In cold light of morning
While everyone is yawning, you're high
In the cold light of morning
The party gets boring, you're high

As your skin starts to scratch
And wave yesterdays 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 mirrors
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 to scratch
And wave yesterdays 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