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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 a 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
And 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
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