Greys

Wake up in the morning

Feeling tired as hell

Sleep in my eyes

Sun on my windowsill

Look up out my window

What do I see?

Young mothers on the school run

Dustbins in the street

The garage drummer’s playing all his favourite tunes

Everybody wants a good time

Everyone feels loose

But not me, not I

No I got my mind

On some other things to do

Like if a silver Cherokee cuts through the lonely

B roads true & straight

I've been thinking lately who would even save me

If I was stole by greys

Flashlight on off

Look up at jet black sky

I've got high hopes of the fifth kind

Dead leg, dead head, shit

I don't but it all the losers stand out front

City kids are cryin’

Suburban kids are dyin'

From boredom and despair

Beauty Queens are swimming in the bluest of the oceans

Saltwater in their eyes and their hair

Oh my Lord