I Don't Care About You / Look At Your Game, Girl

Yeah!

I'm from South Philadelphia, I'm from Avenue C

I've seen empty hands that was waiting to freeze, I'm from the Bowery, too!

I don't care 'bout you, fuck you

I don't care 'bout you, fuck you

I've seen Hollywood Boulevard, welfare hotel

And I spent the night in jail at the Wilcox Hotel

I don't care 'bout you, fuck you

I don't care 'bout you

I've seen an old man have a heart attack in Manhattan

Well, he died while we just stood there looking at him, ain't he cute?

I don't care 'bout you, fuck you

I don't care 'bout you

I seen men rolling drunks, I seen bodies in the streets

I saw a man who was sleeping in his own puke

And a man with no legs

Crawling down Fifth Street, trying just to get something to eat

I don't care 'bout you, fuck you

I don't care 'bout you, fuck you

I don't care 'bout you, fuck you

I don't care 'bout you

Fuck you

There's a time for living

Time keeps on flying

Think you're loving, baby, and all your doing is crying

Can you feel? Are those feelings real?

Look at your game, girl

Look at your game, girl

What a mad delusion

Living in that confusion

Frustration and doubt

Can you ever live without the game?

The sad, sad game

Mad game

Just to say love's not enough if it can't be true

Oh, you can tell those lies, baby, but you're only fooling you

Can you feel? Are those feelings real?

Look at your game, girl

Go on, look at your game, girl

If you can't feel, are those feelings even real?

Then you better stop trying

Or you're gonna play crying

Stop trying or you're gonna play crying

Stop trying

That's the game

Sad, sad game

Mad game

Sad game

Thanks, Chas, Jack