Soft Cell - It's a Mug's Game lyrics

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 it's 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!