Bob Mould - Author's Lament Lyrics

Sometimes, as the traffic goes by
The urge to cross the line
Is magnified from revolution
Of racing tires

Inside this box, I spend most of my days
Creating lucid rhymes in hopes that
Something I write gives freedom
To clarity

Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again...

Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again...

It's easy for you to stand outside
It's natural for you to criticize
Or mean offense
It doesn't matter
Every time we play this game
You win
I lose
Again

Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again.

Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again...

Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again...