(Richard Thompson) 



I can't eat, I can't sleep 

Knowing that you're on 

Your midnight creep 

I can't jump. I can't jive 

Knowing that you want me 

Dead or alive 

There's no half way with you 

You see red, white and blue 

What holds your head on 

Could use another screw 



Come on, do your worst, boy 

That's the way, that's the way 

Hit me where it hurts, boy, 

That's the way, that's the way 

Puff until you burst, boy 

That's the way, that's the way 

But I'll Never Give It Up 

I'll Never Give It Up 



I'll put you in my loser file 

I don't need your reptile smile 

I prefer you out of range 

Stare at somebody else for a change 

When the sky fell in, you cried 

And blackness welled inside 

And how your little brain 

Got twisted and fried 



I don't run, I don't care 

Some day we're going to 

Meet somewhere 

You and me will rock and roll 

When you crawl out of 

Your sick little hole 

So give me what you got 

Put your money in the pot 

Let's see what you are and 

What you're not 



You're someone I can't help betray 

Because you built me up that way