You win some
And you loose some
But I've lost the will to lose
My part time job
My faith in God
Falling on a bruise
This no-star bed and breakfast
And insolvency abuse
Make me feel like
Throwing myself off
The kitchen shelf
Falling on a bruise
And all of my unwordly goods
The baliffs took them too
For all the duck-billed silly sods
From Brian Mills' catalogue
Something borrowed bartered and blue
You wind some
And you lose some
You save nothing, nothing
For a rainy day
You need your Nutrasweet Daddy
Or some Peppermint Patty
Or just a hackneyed old cabby
Who can drive you and your baby away
Two fives or a ten
Could get me back to you
And stop me
Falling on bruise...
(It's not that I'm agorophobic... it's just that it's not safe to go outside anymore.)
(All the same doors... unintelligible)
(Some have said that the sound of a baby crying is the most beautiful sound in the world, but beauty's in the eye of the beholder. As my heart beats over... and over... and over...)
(Tramps like us, baby we were born to lose.)
(Some you win and some you lose
But I've spent my whole lifetime falling on a bruise. If I had a chance to do it all again, I'd change everything...)
I dunno, it seems to me, if they ain't gotcha one way, they've got you another. So what's the answer? That's what I keep asking myself... what's it all about? Know what I mean?