In cold light of morning while everyone is yawning
You're high
In the cold light of morning the party gets all in your pie
As your skin starts to scratch with yesterdays action goodbye
Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions
You're high
In the cold light
In the cold light of morning while everyone's yawning
You're high
In the cold light of morning
You're drunk sick from whoring and high
Staring back from the mirrors
A face that you don't recognise
It's a loser a sinner a cock and a dildo's disguise
In the cold light
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
As your skin starts to scratch
And wave yesterdays action goodbye
Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions.
You're high
In the cold light of day
Tomorrow's only a king
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
whistle
Away
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