Can't Win

Richard Thompson

Composed by: Richard Thompson
I started to cry, they put gin in my cup 
I started to crawl, and they swaddled me up 
I got up and run, they said "Easy, son, 
Play up, play the game" 

They told me to think and forget what I'd heard 
They told me to lie and they questioned my word 
They told me to fail, better sink than sail, 
Just play the game 

Oh, towers will tumble and locusts will visit the land 
Oh, a curse on your house and your children and the fruit of your hand 

They said "You can't win. You can't win. 
You sweat blood. You give in. 
You can't win. You can't win. 
Turn the cheek. Take it on the chin. 
Don't you dare do this. Don't you dare do that" 
We shoot down dreams, we stiletto in the back 
Oh the nerve of some people, the nerve of some people, 
The nerve of some 
I don't know who you think you are, who you think you are 

Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons? 
Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues 
Ah better to leave than stay here and grieve 
And play the game 

Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around 
If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound 
Just stand there and rust, die if you must 
But play the game 

Oh, if we can't have it, why should a wretch like you? 
Oh, it was drilled in our heads, now we drill it into your head too. 

They said "You can't win. You can't win. 
You sweat blood. You give in. 
You can't win. You can't win. 
Turn the cheek. Take it on the chin. 
Don't you dare do this. Don't you dare do that" 
We shoot down dreams, we stiletto in the back 
Oh, the nerve of some people, the nerve of some people, 
The nerve of some people 
I don't know who you think you are 
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people 
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people 
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people 
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people
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