On a Helium Trip (Radio Version)

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 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's catalog Something borrowed, bartered and blue You win some and you lose some, you save nothing, nothing for a rainy day You need your nutrasweet daddy or some peppermint paddy Or just a hackneyed old cabbie Who can drive you and your baby away Two fives or a ten Could get me back to you And stop me Falling on a bruise It's not that I'm acrophobic It's just that it's not safe to go out anymore 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 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 hole lifetime falling on a bruise And if I had the chance to do it all again I'd change everything