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