Above and Beyond the Call of Duty

Harry wants to join the army
'Cause he's all mixed-up inside
He says he's got a real good reason
For committing suicide

And I think I tried once to ask him
Was it his baby childhood, parents or a chick to blame?
And he slammed his hand on the table
And said "Hey, what's it to you?"
I said, "You're right, a telegram will explain"

And I wish that I could help him out
But can you really talk to someone on a five-minute coffee break?

Whoa, it's getting hard to tell
What they're tryin' to sell
It's getting hard, hard, hard
So hard, it's getting hard, so hard
It's getting hard to tell
Whoa, they play the game well, look out

Suzie thinks everyone's tryin' to get her
'Cause she's got pockmarks on her back
She says, "The boys ain't gonna like me
Unless I'm a nymphomaniac"

And the jokers don't care, why should they?
They're all trying to unload their deuces
Glass rings on her fingers
On her red maroon excuses

Hotel pillows in her closet, yeah
Strangers beneath her sheets

It's getting hard to tell
What she's tryin' to sell
It's getting hard, hard, hard, oh yeah
Getting hard, getting hard
It's getting hard to tell
Whoa, play the game well, yeah

Well, Nick Roger looks almost blameless
In a room of Mickey Rooney fans
He says, "He was doin' my thing two years ago
He knows where my head is at now, man"

And he drinks to take the price tag
Off his tongue so he could speak more freely
For a moment, though I've always known it
I could see through the bourbon laughter all too clearly

And I find I'm swimmin' hard like everyone else
Somewhere between the degrees of honesty

It's getting hard to tell, yeah
What they're tryin' to sell, yeah
Getting hard to tell
Whoa, they play the game well (Look out)