FALLING ON A BRUISE

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You win some and you lose some
and I've lost the will to lose
with my part-time job
and my faith in God
fallling 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 brulse

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 need 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 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 and beauty is in the eye
of the beholder but 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.)



Falling On A Bruise

        


    Es4      E7      A
You win some and you lose some

         Es4      E7      A
and I've lost the will to lose

        Es4       E7         A
with my part-time job and my faith in God

B7            E7
fallling on a bruise


         Es4     E7      A
And this no star bed and breakfast

      Es4   E7  A
and insolvency abuse

                  Es4        E7           A
make me feel like throwing myself off the kitchen shelf

B7           E7
falling on a brulse


    Es4    E7   A
And all of my unworldly goods,

    Es4      E7        A
the bailiffs took them too

            Es4              E7              A
for all the ducked bills and silly sods from Brian Mills' catalogue

B7                               E7
something borrowed, bartered and blew


    Es4      E7      A
You win some and you lose some

             Es4           E7    A
and you save nothing for a rainy day

              Es4        E7         A
you need your nutrasweet daddy some peppermint paddy

          B7            B7             E7                 E7
or just a hackneyed old cabbie who can drive you and your babby away


(Instrumental) Dm G C Am, Dm G C A7 A7


Es4 E7         A
Two fives or a ten

      Es4    E7      A
could get me back to you

Es4 E7     A
       and stop me

B7            E7
falling for a bruise

(Then) Dm G C Am Dm G C A7 A7 (until the end)

(It's not that I'm agrophobic
it's just that it's not safe
to go out 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 and beauty is in the eye
of the beholder but 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.)