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 take 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...) Sample: 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?