Here Comes That Feeling 
      Up in the morning 
      Politely yawning 
      There's frost on the roof of the car 

      First cigarette puffs 
      Gold links in my cuffs 
      Egg on the shirt of my heart 

      Fingerprints in the dust with my name 
      Squint my eyes to see from my fame 
      Spot the words that fall from my lines 
      The deafness hides the light from the blind 

      Stop starting journey 
      The road returns me 
      Back to the world in the evening 
      The stage rehearsals 
      Voice on the circles 
      Blah blah my way to the celing 

      I can't see the walls from the chairs 
      Are there people sitting out there 
      Feed me with a frown or a laugh 
      Featureless the faces that ask 

      Tonight I'm cracking 
      I'm murder acting 
      Footlit the visual of my lines 
      I'll smoke and drink it 
      I'll eat and think it 
      Miserable the murder plot unwinds

  • FROM THE ALBUM: Argybargy.