Playing the game
Music: Mariëlla Tirotto/ Heins Greten
Lyrics: Mariëlla Tirotto
 
Wheeling and dealing takes up all of your time
Targets to score, no time to unwind
The rat race is going on and on
Don’t ever get weak; you’ve got to be strong
 
Selling your soul to the devil for money, doctor Faustus led your way
Don’t you ever ask yourself, honey: is it worth the price you have to pay?
 
It comes with the job to fake and cheat
Don’t go there if you can’t take the heat
Never off guard, always in disguise
Ally or enemy, truth or lies
 
Conscience is a useless word; it gets in the way of your road to the top
If it’s useful, dig up some dirt; never look back, never stop
 
Dressing sharp is part of the deal
Use all you got, use your sex-appeal
Letting no one stand in your way
All alone at the end of the day
 
Cold hard cash is the one and only measure of your popularity
All that’s left is getting your pleasure out of material prosperity
 
Money doesn’t keep you warm late at night
Can’t replace two arms that hold you tight
Before you know it, you’ll grow old
One step closer to the grave, already cold
 
Aiming high, falling deep; the stakes are high, a lot to lose or to gain
No mercy, no chance to sleep; it’s all part of playing the game