Game Theory - White Blues lyrics

Dawn of the dead Close your mouth 'cause it won't be fed In this brave new world you're on your own, they said But don't think twice if you make some mistakes tonight There's time enough to find your place (What you want and what's at stake) There's room to bend before you break and miles to go before before you wake White Blues Now! It's all trash now White Blues Now! Throw it all away. Oh, Mr Kurtz, man, we love you so much it hurts. You've shown us what it means to self-a**ert you win our fights you keep the cliffs of Dover white and you've put surprises in our dreams. One tense moment's all we need to dig a grave of sand and weeds And write on it who fails and who succeeds. Here lies another case of stepping on too many faces. They drove him uptown, they ran him around They plowed him six feet under thought he never lost an inch of ground