Immersed in a game I can't win.
© J. Patrick Sharpe
Lyrics and Music by J. Patrick Sharpe
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My second wife/ She left me for good
Now she lives in a mansion/ In a new neighborhood
I took to the bottle/ I get drunk every night
I wake up in the morning/ With my head in a vice
(Ch) Peeling myself off the ceiling
Immersed in a game I can’t win
Nothing is worse than the feeling
Of losing again
Spend my nights at the bar/ It’s a terrible scene
My lines are all rusty/ And the girls are all mean
It’s a chain of rejection/ It’s a pain all my own
I can’t get no affection/ I fall asleep all alone
(Ch) Peeling myself off the ceiling
Immersed in a game I can’t win
Nothing is worse than the feeling
Of losing again
(Br) Face down in the gutter
Once again left for dead
With visions of redemption
Crashing down on my head
I played the lotto last weekend/ Not one number right
I got bingo on Thursdays/ And it’s blackjack tonight
I got a hole in my pocket/ Only blues left to sing
A hundred dollars’ worth of scratch-offs/ I didn’t win a damn thing
(Ch) Peeling myself off the ceiling
Cursed by these games I can’t win
Nothing is worse than the feeling
Of losing again
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