It's ten past four in the morning
My minds like a dynamo just wont give in
Maybe the lights are to bright
Maybe it's the amphetamine that i took last night
I haven't moved for an hour
This attic is cold, smells strongly of turpentine
But i don't mind
Cause i'm hoping the fumes might eventually send me to sleep
My eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights
Of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top
With cheap whiskey which says on the label
Distilled in kentucky but bottled in birkenhead
This kind of thing makes me smile to myself
Everyday when the world spins around in my shell
It's all in good time, all in bad health
It's all in good time, all in bad health
verse 2
Just sit here drifting
Through the realms of the sick, be unwell
I'm on tender hooks
And i'm looking quite pale but still got my dashing good looks
It's ten past four in the morning
My minds like a dynamo just wont give in
Maybe the lights are to bright
Maybe it's the amphetamine that i took last night
My eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights
Of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top
With cheap whiskey which says on the label
Distilled in kentucky but bottled in birkenhead
This kind of thing makes me smile to myself
Everyday when the worlds spins around in my shell
It's all in good time, all in bad health
It's all in good time, all in bad health