I wake up, my head's soft the pillow's hard and I am lost
Hit the ground and laugh aloud, Get up after I get back down
Draw the shades, It's a proud day, And I wanna be locked away
The radio says its twenty to eight, Its too early or I'm too late
I'm shocking I'm shaking I'm cynical on waking
I'm raucous I'm rude I'm too good to be true
I'm shocking I'm shaking I'm cynical on waking
I'm raucous I'm rude I'm too good to be true
Strings n me planes and taxi's, notepads free rads cook's n crazies
Long days, longer nights, I'm addicted to the glow of the city lights
Cold sheets but in house movies, No water but lots of wine
Fast wheeling, fast dealing , moving through space and time
I miss everyone but I miss myself most of all
The city hums the lights are on and the carpet blends into the wall
I left blood on the sheets, there were, Tears where my fingers weep
On the wall I left my name, Figures heres' my claim to fame
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