Sometimes this life gives you the ballnBut you hand it to the other sidenWhat kind of man have I becomenHave I bottled up and sold my pridenWell you know me I ain’t been goin’ nowherenOn my slight hypocritical tripnWell you know me I ain’t goin’ nowherenNo real need to flipnWhen it slip slip slips right awaynDown the hatchnIt slip slip slips right awaynAnd soon you don’t rate me nnSometimes a girl shows you the ballnAnd then passes to the other sidenWhat kind of woman would do thatnDid she get lost somewhere down the linenWell I know her she ain’t goin nowherenOn her weak metaphysical kicknWell I know her she ain’t goin’ nowherenI’ve no need to tripnWhen it slip slip slips right awaynDown the hatchnIt slip slip slips right awaynAnd soon you don’t rate menAnd I don’t rate younnSometimes this life gives you a signnBut you’re struck temporarily blindnWhat kind of man have I becomenHave I given up and lost my mindnWell you know me I ain’t goin’ nowherenOn my slight hypocritical tripnWell you know me I ain’t been goin’ nowherenSo don’t give me no lipnWhen it slip slip slips right awaynDown the hatchnIt slip slip slips right awaynAnd soon you don’t rate menBut I won’t hate younI’ll just remember how I used to make you laughnI can remember how I used to make you laughnnYou see the long train runnin’nWhistle’s blown just to make you feel lonely and sadnIf you ain’t believin’ you better start retreatingnOr soon you’ll be a bleedin’nGo ask yer dad