Some You Win, Some You Lose
You've never got reason, you've never got rhyme
You've never got money and you never got time
You've never got whiskey, you've never got wine
You've never got drugs, but you always do mine
Your sister morphine, won't get you home
This losing streak your on is the worst I've ever known
You've played your joker, now you'll have to fold
I'll raise you and I'll see you and leave you standing in the cold
You've never got action, you've never got speed
You've never got anythin that I ever need
You've never got nothin, you've never got none
You never got told that you're not the only one
Your sister morphine, won't get you home
This losing streak your on is the worst I've ever known
You've played your joker, now you'll have to fold
I'll raise you and I'll see you and leave you standing in the cold
You've never got reason, you've never got rhyme
You've never got money and you never got time
You've never got whiskey, you've never got wine
You've never got drugs, but you always do mine
Your sister morphine, won't get you home
This losing streak your on is the worst I've ever known
You've played your joker, now you'll have to fold
I'll raise you and I'll see you and leave you standing in the cold
(Some you win, some you lose)
Algunos ganas, algunos pierdes
Nunca tienes razón, nunca tienes ritmo
Nunca tienes dinero y nunca tienes tiempo
Nunca tienes whisky, nunca tienes vino
Nunca tienes drogas, pero siempre tomas las mías
Tu hermana morfina, no te llevará a casa
Esta racha perdedora en la que estás es la peor que he conocido
Has jugado tu comodín, ahora tendrás que retirarte
Te subiré la apuesta, te veré y te dejaré parado en el frío
Nunca tienes acción, nunca tienes velocidad
Nunca tienes nada que yo necesite
Nunca tienes nada, nunca tienes nada
Nunca te dijeron que no eres el único
Tu hermana morfina, no te llevará a casa
Esta racha perdedora en la que estás es la peor que he conocido
Has jugado tu comodín, ahora tendrás que retirarte
Te subiré la apuesta, te veré y te dejaré parado en el frío
Nunca tienes razón, nunca tienes ritmo
Nunca tienes dinero y nunca tienes tiempo
Nunca tienes whisky, nunca tienes vino
Nunca tienes drogas, pero siempre tomas las mías
Tu hermana morfina, no te llevará a casa
Esta racha perdedora en la que estás es la peor que he conocido
Has jugado tu comodín, ahora tendrás que retirarte
Te subiré la apuesta, te veré y te dejaré parado en el frío
(Algunos ganas, algunos pierdes)
Escrita por: Ben Ward / Joe Hoare / Martyn Millard