These roadworks projects, they constantly extend
cone after cone, it never seems to end.
When it's all finished, it will be a new age.
You'll get a nice smooth ride for your funeral cortege
The main roads closed, but you find a way through
To the alternative road - but they closed that, too.

Game, game, game of cones.
Game, game, game of cones.
ETA as usual is unknown.
I'm stuck in the city playing the game of cones.

There's workers on the sites in their high vision gear.
I find myself wondering, how did they get here?
Cause you can't get there from here,
And you can't get here from there.
In fact you can't get anywhere from anywhere.

Sometimes a sinkhole suddenly appears.
And swallows up a backhoe, so they call the engineers.
Water is the problem, there's no easy cure.
There's an underground river - well, it used to be a sewer
They submit their report, and it says there are signs.
That the roads are held together by the old tram lines.
Game, game, game of cones.
Game, game, game of cones.
ETA as usual is unknown.
I'm stuck in the city playing the game of cones.

You're in a traffic jam that's five kilometers long.
Something up there must be terribly wrong.
You figure they must be doing some humongous repair.
And then you get to the site, and there is nobody there.
Kids are in the car, mama raised them well.
They're not allowed to curse, and they're not allowed to yell.
I practice what I preach, chapter and verse.
And most of the time, I never curse.
But then we get stuck behind a huge dump truck.
And the kids say: "Mommy, Daddy said ...
Game, game, game of cones.
Game, game, game of cones.
We're gonna spend our life in a construction zone.
We're stuck in the city, stuck in the city.
Stuck in the city playing the game of cones.