Chorus:	 Insidiously they stand

	 In rows of color and light

	 Incredibly they demand

	 And get our precious quarters

	 And all the while, addicting us,

	 We hardly even fight

	 As they march us to our bankruptcy

	 Like lambs unto the slaughter



It all began with Pong and we should have stopped it then

These crazy games were never meant for mortal women and men

The harder that we try and the longer that we play

The lowe goes the wherewithal to live from day to day



In every city and town and each suburban mall

The video game arcade puts out its sweet seductive call

And all the kids around and droves of adult bands

Come marching to their pipers call with money in their hands



It's aliens I'm sure or else a Commie plot

To clean us out and wear us down and turn our brains to rot

I fight it more than most 'cause I know I never win

But that call creeps out to get me and I drop my quarter in







Words and music:  Kathy Mar



Copyright 1985 Kathy Mar