Lyrics:

You win some
And you lose 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 ducked bills and silly sods
From Brian Mills' catalogue
Something borrowed bartered and blue
You win some
And you lose some
You save nothing, nothing
For a rainy day
You need your Nutrasweet Daddy
Or some Peppermint Paddy
Or just a hackneyed old cabby
Who can drive you and your babby away

Two fives or a ten
Could get me back to you
And stop me
Falling on a bruise...
It’s not that I’m agrophobic
It’s just that it’s not safe to go outside anymore
So I just stay indoors with my T.V. Times
My petty crimes and my nursery rhymes
Someone said that the sound of a baby crying
Is the most beautiful sound in the world
But beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And as my heart grows colder and colder
I just feel so tired
The fridge is empty, the walls are damp
There’s no hot water, and I look like a tramp
And tramps like us, baby, we were born to walk
But where does a mother’s girl go when her mother’s gone
Some you win and some you lose
I’ve spent my whole lifetime
Falling on a bruise
And if I had the 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?