sun came up with no conclusions
flowers sleeping in their beds
the city send my terries humming (?)
i'm wide it's morning

and i have my drugs, i have my women
they keep away my loneliness
my parents, they have their religion
but sleep in separate houses

and i read the body count out of the paper
and now it's written all over my face
see no one every plans to sleep out in the gutter
sometimes that's just the most comfortable place

so i'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing
everyday i'm on the clock
my mind races with formal longings (?)
i cant keep up with what i got

and so i hope i don't sound too ungrateful
well history gave modern men
a telephone to talk to strangers
machine guns and a camera lens

so when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing
it's best to join the side that's gonna win
no one sure how all of this got started
but we're gonna make them goddamn certain
how it's gonna end, yeah we will (yeah we will)

well i could have been a famous singer
if i had someone else's voice
failures always sounded better
lets fuck it up (boys make some noise)

the sun came up with no conclusions
flowers sleeping in their beds
the city's sent my terries humming (?)
i'm wide awake it's morning.