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Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Soft Cell
Künstler:in
Marc Almond
Stimme und Gesang
David James Ball
Synthesizer
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marc Almond
Komponist:in
Dave Ball
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Marc Almond
Produzent:in
David James Ball
Produzent:in
Letras
This is It's a Mug's Game
Oh God, it's another day
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 déjà vu and 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 came from"
And then you whisper to your longest suffering friend
"Please, lend me a few quid"
Oh God, it's another night
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 death's 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
Oh, I'm never gonna do that again
Well, 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
But the money sticks in the machine
And the manager says
"Tough shit, drink up and leave"
Gary Barnacle on saxophone
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
Are speaking to you again
And 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, something that you've forgot
Oh shit, you've forgotten the rubber
Well, it might affect you
Oh God, if your dad finds out, he'll kill you
Then he'll make you stay in
And do your homework
And wear your school uniform out in the street
What a fate worse than death, oh Christ, ph-oh-oh
Well, he can't hit you
You can hit him back
And play your records loud
All the ones that he especially hates, oh yeah
Well, on second thought
I think I'll go and live in America
Because they earn more money there
And you can get away with murder, yeah!
Whoa, this is a mug's game
Whoa, hey-hey-hey, yeah
This is a mug's game
Oh, could be, am I right?
Yeah
Thank you, Palais
Wow, yes!
Written by: Dave Ball, Marc Almond
