(DiffordTilbrook)



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