Play On (Letra)

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(eric carmen/scott mccarl)

It’ a hard life but you play it for laughs
It’s a cold-hearted business keep away from the draft
And your fingers and your throat get sore
But they’re out there callin’ for some more

So play on
(while the lights shine around your head)
Play on
(every night in a different bed)
And the nights go on and on

Get a break and find a place you can hide
‘cause tonight you’ve got to be a star personified
You’re rushing round to get your plane
And it’s back in the bubble again

So play on
(while the lights shine around your head)
Play on
(every night in a different bed)
And the nights go on and on

Critics comin’ cause you’re number one (number one)
Play all your hits and all the girls will come
(play on), play on, (play on), play on

Yeah, so play on
(while the lights shine around your head)
Play on
(every night in a different bed)
And the nights go on and on

It’ a hard life but you play it for laughs
It’s a cold-hearted business keep away from the trap
And your fingers on your throat get sore
But they’re out there beggin’ for some more

So play on
(while the lights shine around your head)
Play on
(every night in a different bed)
And the nights go on and on

The nights go on and on

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Background vocals: r. kelly

1 – play on, play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, and on, and on
Boy what you do to me
I can’t conceive
All i know is that i love you
But i’ve got to leave

Boy what did i ever do
To make you do the things you do
Drop the 4-1-1 for me
Here i am, boy
Come and talk to me

I need to know what’s going on
With this love affair
Sick and tired of playin’ games, boy
You’re playin’ with my heart
What we had was so together
Now you’ve torn it all apart, so

Repeat 1

2 – so play on, play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, and on, and on
I thought that you were mine
Gave you all my time
Boy you played me for a fool
Now there’s one thing left to do
So play on

Boy, you should have told me
That you had somebody else across town
Oh boy, instead i heard it from a friend of mine
How could i be so blind

You took my love for granted
It’s not the way i planned it
Oh boy, no explainations
Don’t wanna hear no more lies
Or some phoney alibis, just

Repeat 1

Repeat 2

Every night i wait for your love
To come around, boy
I want you so bad
Every day and night
What’s the use of crying
I’m tired of trying

Repeat 2

Repeat 1

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(difford/tilbrook)

He wants to be glorified
And swallowed in fame
He wants to be a hero
Like kurt cobain
Playing his guitar
With it hung round his knees
The tour bus syndrome
The touring disease
He stands like a soldier
He’s ready to charge
The young girls he sleeps with
Are all a mirage
He wants to be wanted
But doesn’t know why
Reality curtains
Black out a blue sky

Play on play on and eat up the sun
Pop up to london and soak up the fun
Play on play on with gathering speed
Its saturday night
As the ears start to bleed

He wants to be famous a
And fall when he’s young
Climbing up ladders
Without any rungs
Ill in the morning
And wasted all day
Looking demented
With not much to say

He pulls out a woman
From under his bed
Her eyes are like cherries
That spin in her head
If he hits the jackpot
He’s in the top ten

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Eric Carmen

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Kottonmouth Kings don’t stand for a gang
Kottonmouth Kings just let the nuts hang
Everyday thing how we hang, how we hang
Kottonmouth Kings just do their own thing

This the type of thing that we be doin’ everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day
Make some room so these players can play
So we can play on, play on

Now I woke up this morning and I thought about Hoss
Smoked a cigarette and I chucked my dirty drawers
Threw on some Dickies and I grabbed my back chain
Slapped it down my waist and I let my pants hang
Beanie on my head just to cover up my lump
The night before got in a fight just cause I was drunk
Grabbed my sack of weed and I loaded up the bong
Took a rip held it in then I coughed up a lung
Burn some incense so I can cover up the smell
An everyday thing that I live to tell
Pulled out my Black Flys, covered up my red eyes
If that copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies
Dirty copper, dirty copper, dirty copper

Now the stereo is on and the CD was bumpin’
Insane Clown Posse talkin’ bout chicken huntin’
Walked up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my brew
Picked up the phone dialed my pimp and called the crew
Party later on, over by river jetties
56th Street so you know there’ll be some betties
Pacific Coast Highway takes me to my destination
Party time baby, its a nightly occupation
Stepped out the pad, walked in the player’s den
On the way mail a letter to my brother in the pen
There’s a smile on your face from my smooth dub style
See you later alligator, after a while crocodile

Now a new day dawned, lets get things started
Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and farted
Dip my blue jeans in some bleach and starches
Mobbin’ OC we need the golden arches
D-Loc where you at?
Saint’s hung over and he started to yack
Kicked out of Mickey D’s cuz we don’t know how to act
Lets call up Kevin Zinger hook a forty sack
Now tonight’s the night like DJ Quik
At least 3 parties that we gotta hit
And if the cops show up were gonna start some shit
Riot time baby-Kottonmouth Klick
Punk rock music homegrown in OC
Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and Social D
No Doubt, Agent Orange now the PTB
The last generation of the dynasty
Now the skates in the sack lets hit the ditch
Broke up with my girlie cause the ho was a bitch
Still that boy that be puttin’ it down
Representin’ OC, P-Town

This the type of thing that we be doin’ everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day
Make some room so these players can play
So we can play on play on

Brought the 77 slant nose V-dub Bug
Leaks oil but the roads (?)called it crazy (mug?)
Its a little noisy but inside its all good
Got two 15’s underneath the hood
Well I was rollin’ down Yorba Linda Blvd.
Got the neighborhoods bumpin’, tainted hard
Dodgin’ and weavin’ down suburban streets
Till this one house wife started bitchin’ at me
So I pulled the bug over and I revved it up
First gear lit em up, then I backed it up
Over the curb, told her to kiss my ass
Gave her the bird, boned out on that ass
Back on the mission to score a sack
77 boned out passed the Cadillac
Heard a horn honk it was full of freaks
Ladies on my tip cause I’m so unique
Turn the bass high and I tilted my lid
I’m used to gettin’ jocked, I’m that P-Town kid
And you know I’m doin’ shit that you wish you did
Dip right goin’ 30 around the corner I slid
Stopped at the school jumped on my skate
4 freaks showed up, one I use to date
They broke out the blunt and they got me stoned
Another day gone, so long, so long

This the type of thing that we be doin’ everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi day
Make some room so these players can play
So we can play on, play on

(We don’t let them know?) that we smoke out everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi day
Bring a fat sack so the homies can blaze
So we can blaze on, blaze on

Didi dodi didi dodi day
Didi dodi didi dodi day
Play on Blaze on
Blaze on Play on
Play on Blaze on
Blaze on Play on