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From: Phillip Charles Saunders <phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Can't Win, Richard Thompson transcribed by phillip@princeton.edu Bm11 E Dmaj7/E Esus4 I started to cry, they put gin in my cup Dmaj7/E E Dmaj7 Esus4 I started to crawl and they swaddled me up Dmaj7/E E Asus2/E E I got up and run, they said, easy son Asus2/E E Play up, play the game Dmaj7/E E Dmaj7/E Esus4 They told me to think and forget what I'd heard Dmaj7/E E Dmaj7 Esus4 They told me to lie and then questioned my word Dmaj7/E E Asus2/E E They taught me to fail, better sink than sail Asus2/E E Just play the game
Em7Oh towers will A/Etumble and Em7locusts will visit the A/Eland Em7 A/E Em7 F#m7b5 B9sus4Oh a curse on your house and your children and the fruit of your hand
They said you Emcan't win, you Gcan't win You F#m7b5sweat blood, you Fmaj7b5give in You Emcan't win, you Gcan't win F#m7b5Turn the cheek, tFmaj7b5ake it on the chin Don't you Emdare do this don't you Em/Ddare do that We Cshoot down dreams, we A7sus2stiletto in the back The Emnerve of some people, the Em/Dnerve of some people The Cnerve of some people A7sus E Bm7 E Esus4 Bm11I 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 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 Stand there and rust, and 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 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 harpoon dreams, we stiletto in the back The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people