It's A Mug's Game Lyrics

Song	It's A Mug's Game
Artist	Soft Cell
Album	The Art Of Falling Apart
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	Oh God it's another night
	And your head is feeling like a lump of lead.
	You should never have drunk those party-fours,
	You should have been home being good instead.
	Ever been in a deja vu in the end it's the same
	Oh yeah you ran out of your silver thins
	And you're trying to be so high class
	Though you need a bath and your hair's looking like string
	And though you're nearly broke
	You end up paying for all the drinks
	And you tell them "Oh its nothing,
	There's a million where those come from."
	And then you whisper to your longest-suffering friend
	"Please lend me a few quid..."
	Oh God it's another day
	And your stomach's feeling like a blown-up balloon.
	You should never have eaten that greasy food.
	The doctor told you that chili was bad for your blood.
	And you're standing at the chemist in Boots
	Coughing up your guts like you're at deaths door
	And all this for a packet of Do-Do's
	And the assistant gives you a wink
	And you turn bright red
	It's at time like this that you wish you were dead
	And you take the whole packet
	And you feel like you've drunk a bottle of bleach
	And you tell yourself "Never, never again."
	Not until next week anyway..
	And you were never one for holding drink
	And you stagger off to the toilet
	And you throw up like it was Christmas
	And you miss the bowl and you hit your shoes
	And there's no paper towels
	What else can go wrong with you?
	It's a choice between a cab fare home
	And a packet of cigarettes
	So you choose and the money sticks
	In the machine and the manager says
	"Tough shit - drink up and leave."
	Oh god it's another disease
	And you just got rid of the last.
	You were beginning to feel Okay.
	And the friends you gave it to Were speaking to you again.
	You find yourself having sex in the back of a car
	And the girl underneath doesn't care who you are
	And you're nearly there and she still doesn't care
	And her chewing gum is getting stuck in your hair
	And there's something wrong, something that you've forgot
	Oh shit you've forgotten the rubber
	And you don't want a kid well deny it was you
	Oh Christ if your dad find out
	Then he'll make you stay in
	And do your homework
	And cut your hair
	And wear your school uniform out in the street
	What a fate worse than death
	Oh well, he can't hit you you can hit him back
	And play your records so loud
	All the ones that he especially hates
	Deep Purple in rock, Led Zeppelin too.
	Well even you hate those...
	Well, on second thought
	I think I'll leave home and go and live um... In America
	Because they earn more money there
	And you can get away with murder - yeah!
	[Be-bop singing]
	Oh, it's a mug's game
	[Be-bop singing]
	I Can't wait ‘til I'm twenty-one
	And then tell them all to sod off!

	Oh God it' s another night
	And your head is feeling like a lump of lead.
	You should never have drunk those partyfours,
	You should have been home being good instead.
	Ever been in a deja vu in the end it' s the same
	Oh yeah you ran out of your silver thins
	And you' re trying to be so high class
	Though you need a bath and your hair' s looking like string
	And though you' re nearly broke
	You end up paying for all the drinks
	And you tell them " Oh its nothing,
	There' s a million where those come from."
	And then you whisper to your longestsuffering friend
	" Please lend me a few quid..."
	Oh God it' s another day
	And your stomach' s feeling like a blownup balloon.
	You should never have eaten that greasy food.
	The doctor told you that chili was bad for your blood.
	And you' re standing at the chemist in Boots
	Coughing up your guts like you' re at deaths door
	And all this for a packet of DoDo' s
	And the assistant gives you a wink
	And you turn bright red
	It' s at time like this that you wish you were dead
	And you take the whole packet
	And you feel like you' ve drunk a bottle of bleach
	And you tell yourself " Never, never again."
	Not until next week anyway..
	And you were never one for holding drink
	And you stagger off to the toilet
	And you throw up like it was Christmas
	And you miss the bowl and you hit your shoes
	And there' s no paper towels
	What else can go wrong with you?
	It' s a choice between a cab fare home
	And a packet of cigarettes
	So you choose and the money sticks
	In the machine and the manager says
	" Tough shit drink up and leave."
	Oh god it' s another disease
	And you just got rid of the last.
	You were beginning to feel Okay.
	And the friends you gave it to Were speaking to you again.
	You find yourself having sex in the back of a car
	And the girl underneath doesn' t care who you are
	And you' re nearly there and she still doesn' t care
	And her chewing gum is getting stuck in your hair
	And there' s something wrong, something that you' ve forgot
	Oh shit you' ve forgotten the rubber
	And you don' t want a kid well deny it was you
	Oh Christ if your dad find out
	Then he' ll make you stay in
	And do your homework
	And cut your hair
	And wear your school uniform out in the street
	What a fate worse than death
	Oh well, he can' t hit you you can hit him back
	And play your records so loud
	All the ones that he especially hates
	Deep Purple in rock, Led Zeppelin too.
	Well even you hate those...
	Well, on second thought
	I think I' ll leave home and go and live um... In America
	Because they earn more money there
	And you can get away with murder yeah!
	Bebop singing
	Oh, it' s a mug' s game
	Bebop singing
	I Can' t wait ' til I' m twentyone
	And then tell them all to sod off!

	Oh God it' s another night
	And your head is feeling like a lump of lead.
	You should never have drunk those partyfours,
	You should have been home being good instead.
	Ever been in a deja vu in the end it' s the same
	Oh yeah you ran out of your silver thins
	And you' re trying to be so high class
	Though you need a bath and your hair' s looking like string
	And though you' re nearly broke
	You end up paying for all the drinks
	And you tell them " Oh its nothing,
	There' s a million where those come from."
	And then you whisper to your longestsuffering friend
	" Please lend me a few quid..."
	Oh God it' s another day
	And your stomach' s feeling like a blownup balloon.
	You should never have eaten that greasy food.
	The doctor told you that chili was bad for your blood.
	And you' re standing at the chemist in Boots
	Coughing up your guts like you' re at deaths door
	And all this for a packet of DoDo' s
	And the assistant gives you a wink
	And you turn bright red
	It' s at time like this that you wish you were dead
	And you take the whole packet
	And you feel like you' ve drunk a bottle of bleach
	And you tell yourself " Never, never again."
	Not until next week anyway..
	And you were never one for holding drink
	And you stagger off to the toilet
	And you throw up like it was Christmas
	And you miss the bowl and you hit your shoes
	And there' s no paper towels
	What else can go wrong with you?
	It' s a choice between a cab fare home
	And a packet of cigarettes
	So you choose and the money sticks
	In the machine and the manager says
	" Tough shit drink up and leave."
	Oh god it' s another disease
	And you just got rid of the last.
	You were beginning to feel Okay.
	And the friends you gave it to Were speaking to you again.
	You find yourself having sex in the back of a car
	And the girl underneath doesn' t care who you are
	And you' re nearly there and she still doesn' t care
	And her chewing gum is getting stuck in your hair
	And there' s something wrong, something that you' ve forgot
	Oh shit you' ve forgotten the rubber
	And you don' t want a kid well deny it was you
	Oh Christ if your dad find out
	Then he' ll make you stay in
	And do your homework
	And cut your hair
	And wear your school uniform out in the street
	What a fate worse than death
	Oh well, he can' t hit you you can hit him back
	And play your records so loud
	All the ones that he especially hates
	Deep Purple in rock, Led Zeppelin too.
	Well even you hate those...
	Well, on second thought
	I think I' ll leave home and go and live um... In America
	Because they earn more money there
	And you can get away with murder yeah!
	Bebop singing
	Oh, it' s a mug' s game
	Bebop singing
	I Can' t wait ' til I' m twentyone
	And then tell them all to sod off!

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