| Song | You Cannot Win |
| Artist | Backyard Babies |
| Album | People Like People Like People Like Us |
| 作曲 : Andersson | |
| Such a hopeless deviate | |
| A girl born way to late | |
| All set to be set free | |
| In a world of misery | |
| When your tears run dry | |
| Another finger's in your eye | |
| And you tought you'd seen it all | |
| It's so hard to make things right | |
| You think you're getting closer | |
| But it's alway out of sight | |
| It will follow you to your end | |
| It may not be bitter but it's hard to | |
| comprehend, you cannot win | |
| If it ain't is this you bet it's that | |
| The stakesare high and chances fat | |
| And if your time ain't runnig short | |
| There's the wait you can't abort | |
| Way down rock bottom low | |
| There's another place belowe to go | |
| And I thought I'd seen it all | |
| It's so hard to make things right | |
| You think you're getting closer | |
| But it's alway out of sight | |
| It will follow you to your end | |
| It may not be bitter but it's hard to | |
| comprehend, you cannot win | |
| So you can stand and clench your fist | |
| At a place that only may exist | |
| Behind the 42 feet wall | |
| Another 3 is standig tall | |
| If my hands weren't tide | |
| I swear I'd catch you in the rye | |
| I'm sorry I can't take your fall | |
| It's so hard to make things right | |
| You think you're getting closer | |
| But it's alway out of sight | |
| It will follow you to your end | |
| It may not be bitter but it's hard to | |
| comprehend, you cannot win |
| zuò qǔ : Andersson | |
| Such a hopeless deviate | |
| A girl born way to late | |
| All set to be set free | |
| In a world of misery | |
| When your tears run dry | |
| Another finger' s in your eye | |
| And you tought you' d seen it all | |
| It' s so hard to make things right | |
| You think you' re getting closer | |
| But it' s alway out of sight | |
| It will follow you to your end | |
| It may not be bitter but it' s hard to | |
| comprehend, you cannot win | |
| If it ain' t is this you bet it' s that | |
| The stakesare high and chances fat | |
| And if your time ain' t runnig short | |
| There' s the wait you can' t abort | |
| Way down rock bottom low | |
| There' s another place belowe to go | |
| And I thought I' d seen it all | |
| It' s so hard to make things right | |
| You think you' re getting closer | |
| But it' s alway out of sight | |
| It will follow you to your end | |
| It may not be bitter but it' s hard to | |
| comprehend, you cannot win | |
| So you can stand and clench your fist | |
| At a place that only may exist | |
| Behind the 42 feet wall | |
| Another 3 is standig tall | |
| If my hands weren' t tide | |
| I swear I' d catch you in the rye | |
| I' m sorry I can' t take your fall | |
| It' s so hard to make things right | |
| You think you' re getting closer | |
| But it' s alway out of sight | |
| It will follow you to your end | |
| It may not be bitter but it' s hard to | |
| comprehend, you cannot win |