Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's A Mug's Game, artist - Soft Cell. Album song Keychains & Snowstorms – The Soft Cell Story, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 06.09.2018
Record label: Virgin EMI Records
Song language: English
It's A Mug's Game |
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! |
Oh, it’s a mug’s game |
I Can’t wait ‘til I’m twenty-one |
And then tell them all to sod off! |