In The Cold Light Of The Morning

In the cold light of morning while everyone's yawning, you're high
In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high
As your skin starts to scratch and wave yesterday's 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 junk-sick from whoring and high
Staring back from the mirror is a face that you don't recognize
It's a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo's disguise

In the cold...light

Tomorrow, tomorrow!
Tomorrow!

As your skin starts to scratch and wave yesterday's action goodbye
Forget past indiscretions and stolen possessions, you're high
In the cold...light of day

Tomorrow's only a kettle whistle
Whistle, whistle, whistle, whistle, whistle, whistle, whistle, whistle away
In the cold light of...day