PLAYING CHESS By Tom Jensen
Burning up...Burning out...
Sitting in an ashtray...
With no way out...
Walking in circles...
Across hot coals...
Something landed on my lap...
What? Only God knows...
This is some new sh#$...
Highly funky...
Caged like a monkey...
Start by turning one key...
End up as a junky...
You may say highly unlikely...
But you could end up just like me....
If you say yes...
Would your life be a mess?
It's anyone's guess...
Well, life's like playing chess...
Let me explain my life
In a way that you can see it
I'm fighting a battle
I'm playing a game
But I know I’ll never beat it
Be it white or black...
On black and red...
So many moves...
Yet each one must be wise...
Just to escape total domination...
In that there is no compromise
All the devils have eyes...
Some wear suits and ties...
And tell dirty lies...
Some things just won't die
Someone watching
From way up high
Is playing chess with my mind
And I think the general
He wants me to die
As he sends me to the front
Of the battle lines
I've been a pawn
For far too long
Even though I'm still fighting
I don't know which side I'm on
Every time I look behind me
The general's gone
I hear checkmate
I now stand alone
And half-way around the world
Is a long way from home
Somehow I was taken
And played just like a fool
And I was mistaken
Thinking everyone plays
By the same set of rules
When I smash the board
I'll free myself
When I drop my gun
They'll enlist someone else
For I am no hero
I've lost all hope
Of saving mankind
If I can save myself
Then at least
I won't be wasting time
If I ever get that far
Then I'll try to free the others
One at a time
Show them what to be weary of
And all the warning signs
For even on top of the world
There are still mountains left to climb