If you think you know this place well
?Cause you won your gold medals in here
I tell you
Don't brag yourself when it turns into hell
Past is past and present is life
Life
Life

You're going up the magic stairs
But look out they change and you fall down
They can change your way
They can change your sight
So be prepared when you in hell arrive

Bridge
I don't mean to make you scared
I want you to be prepared for what comes

Chorus
Play the game
Walking around the avenue may seem the same
Looking in trough the window wouldn't cease the rain

Good old days are gone
Good old days are gone
Good old days are gone