As you wake up on an evening
of another wasted day
you question your health
and your being sane
you wake up more tired
than before you went to bed
you try to switch off the voices
that rattle round your head
then you stumble to the kitchen
looking for something to eat
and discover a rat that's gnawing
at a piece of rotting meat
it screams while you stand paralysed
it seems to sense your fear
and its black coral eye it stares back at you
then it finally disappears
and the honey has gone moulded
the milk has gone thick
your stomach turns as you knuckle down
you swear then you go sick
you try to dress and comb your hair
you try to wash and shave
but your hands won't keep still
and the mirror can't stand
the reflection of your face
then you leave this nest of garbage
more choking then alive
the rain smashes on your face
the wind moans and cries
the boys all grin like Satans
and the old man calls you scum
you breathe again as you enter the subway
that takes you from slum to slum
where a woman's having trouble
with a negro blocking her way
as he starts to hit, the negro hits back
while you just look away
your destination's not that far
from the station you get off
and the girl grins while remembering your face
then she starts to laugh
Drug me
I am cold
I am longing for a dream
of another wasted day
you question your health
and your being sane
you wake up more tired
than before you went to bed
you try to switch off the voices
that rattle round your head
then you stumble to the kitchen
looking for something to eat
and discover a rat that's gnawing
at a piece of rotting meat
it screams while you stand paralysed
it seems to sense your fear
and its black coral eye it stares back at you
then it finally disappears
and the honey has gone moulded
the milk has gone thick
your stomach turns as you knuckle down
you swear then you go sick
you try to dress and comb your hair
you try to wash and shave
but your hands won't keep still
and the mirror can't stand
the reflection of your face
then you leave this nest of garbage
more choking then alive
the rain smashes on your face
the wind moans and cries
the boys all grin like Satans
and the old man calls you scum
you breathe again as you enter the subway
that takes you from slum to slum
where a woman's having trouble
with a negro blocking her way
as he starts to hit, the negro hits back
while you just look away
your destination's not that far
from the station you get off
and the girl grins while remembering your face
then she starts to laugh
Drug me
I am cold
I am longing for a dream