Necking every drink I could, still steaming
and now the light bounces off every senescent storey
and, well... I'm in heaven.
So what is an honest way to make a living?
When the po-lice have been afforded an extra lie-in
Society makes us all feel unclean
Must be the same for deluded men
on this Sunday Morning.
I'm trying to make my money last
but every moment needs regulating
If I don't live for the moment
then what have I to live for?
I wish it were the same for deluded men
on this Sunday Morning.
Maybe they do to.