Falling On A Bruise

You uwin some and you lose some

And I've lost the will to lose

With my part-time job

And my faith in God

Falling on a bruise

and 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 unworldly goods

The bailiffs took them too

For all the ducked bills and silly sods

>From Brian Mills' catalogue

Something borrowed, bartered and blew

You win some and you lose some

And you save nothing for a rainy day

You neet your nutrasweet Daddy

Some peppermint paddy

Or just a hackneyed old cabbie

Who can drive you and your babby away

Two fives or a ten

Could get me back to you

And stop me

Falling for a bruise

(It's not that I'm agrophobic

it's just that it's not safe

To go out anymoe so I just

Stay indoors with my TV Times

My petty rimes and my nursery rhymes,

Someone said that the sound of a baby crying is the

World and beauty in the eye

Of the beholder bt 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

I7ve spent my hole lifetime

Falling on a bruise and if I had

The chance to do it all again

I'd change everything)