Tomorrow's only a King

I know, the last in line is always called a bastard

I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster

Any means in your horizon

Heaven in a tourniquet

The after life to keep your eyes on bitter pill you take you take today

It's in your reach

Concentrate

If you deny this

Then it's your fault

Always stays the same, nothing ever changes,

English summer rain seems to last for ages.

I'm in the basement, you're in the sky,

I'm in the basement baby, drop on by.

Hold your breath and count to ten,

And fall apart and start again,

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 mirrors,

A face that you don't recognise..

It's a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo's disguise,

In the cold light.

They're picking up pieces of me

While they're picking up pieces of you

Lying on ice you will be before the day is over

So case in point, baby

That you never thought it through

Stupid me to believe I could depend on stupid you

And on the tip of my tongue

Were words that always came out wrong

'Cause they were drowned in southern comfort

Left to dry out in the sun, the noon day sun

Don't leave me here

Don't leave me here, oh no

I wouldn't know where to begin...