Marc Almond - It's A Mugs Game Lyrics
Oh God its another nightAnd your head is feelingLike a lump of leadYou should never have drunkThose party-foursYou should of been home being good insteadEver been in a deja vueAnd the end is the same againYou ran out of your silver thinsAnd youre trying to be so high classThough you need a bath and your hairs looking like stringAnd though youre nearly broke you end up paying for all the drinksAnd you tell them oh its nothingTheres a million where those come fromAnd then you whisper to your longest-suffering friendplease lend me a few quidOh God its another dayAnd your stomachs feelingLike a blown-up balloonYou should never have eaten that greasy foodThe doctor told you that chile was bad for your bloodAnd youre standing at the chemist in bootsCoughing up your guts like youre at deaths doorAll this for a packet of do-dosAnd the assistant gives you a wink and you turn bright redIts at time like this that you wish you were deadAnd you take the whole packet and you feel like youve drunkA bottle of bleachAnd you tell yourself never, never againWell, not until next week anywayAnd you were never one for holding drinkAnd you stagger off to the toiletAnd you throw up like it was christmasAnd you miss the bowl and you hit your shoesAnd theres no paper towelsNow what else can go wrong for youIts a choice between a cab fare homeAnd a packet of cigarettesSo you choose and the money sticksIn the machine and the manager saystough shit - drink up and leaveOh God its another diseaseAnd you just got rid of the lastYou were beginning to feel okAnd the friends you gave it toWere speaking to you again.And you find yourself having sexIn the back of a carAnd the girl underneathDoesnt care who you areAnd youre nearly thereAnd she still doesnt careAnd her chewing gumIs getting stuck in your hairAnd theres something wrongSomething that you forgotOh shit, youve forgotten the rubberAnd you dont want a kidWell, deny it was youIf your dad finds outThen hell make you stay inAnd do your homeworkAnd cut your hairAnd wear your school uniformOut in the streetOh what a fate worse than deathOh well he cant hit youYou can hit him backAnd play your records so loudAll the ones that he especially hatesDeep purple in rock, led zeppelin iiWell even you hate thoseWell on second thoughtsI think Ill leave homeAnd go and live in americaBecause they earn more money thereAnd they can get away with murder - yeah!Oh this is a mugs gameI cant wait until Im twenty oneAnd I can tell them all to sod off.
