He fights for his own environment And never, never to repress his whims Right is what he thinks he does for others Wrong is what he thinks they do to him He plays the game He plays the game so well He plays the game He plays the game so well He smiles when it buys him favors Gives money when he knows he's watched Gives love when he wants love returned Looks cordial when he knows he's not Silent assassin to the puritan ethic Trigger finger on a shaky gun His life floats between attainment and death-wish Though well-kissed by the lips of fun