You give me loving that I can't return. You give me money that you know I'll burn. I'll give you something that you can't give back. Then, I'm moving right on down the track.
You can't win them all 'cause sometimes you fall. Flat on your face on the floor. You can't win them all, it's no good at all. If you feel that your life is a bore.
They took me down the grading station. And they classified me zed. 'Cause of over population. They told me that I would soon be dead. . But I slipped out of the force field.