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