I'd like to sweep away the lies I could shake from you if I Tried I'd believe your mouth but you forgot to tell your eyes I didn't think I'd see you hanging around You must have nothing to do I'm sick - I love to watch you squirm, trying to hide the truth Win some, lose some I'd like to hire a famous painter to creosote your mouth Throw a few devious questions about To see if you got out of that or got out It's the same lines you expect me to swallow Well there is no need to hide the fact Win some, lose some - I've lost too much to let you sit back and relax Win some, lose some