(Difford/Tilbrook) 



Up in the morning  

Politely yawning  

There's frost on the roof of the car  

First cigarette puffs  

Gold links in my cuffs  

Egg on the shirt of my heart  



Fingerprints in the dust with my name  

Squint my eyes to see from my fame  

Spot the words that fall from my lines  

The deafness hides the light from the blind  



Stop starting journey  

The road returns me  

Back to the world in the evening  

The stage rehearsals  

Voice on the circles  

Blah blah my way to the celing  



I can't see the walls from the chairs  

Are there people sitting out there  

Feed me with a frown or a laugh  

Featureless the faces that ask  



Tonight I'm cracking  

I'm murder acting  

Footlit the visual of my lines  

I'll smoke and drink it  

I'll eat and think it  

Miserable the murder plot unwinds