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 a scratching
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 drunk sick from whoring
And high
Staring back from the mirror's 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 a scratching
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