The Radio Plague

Waking up in a strangers bed
Someone elses thoughts are in your head
Scotch and soda in your hand
You're the front man, to an unknown band

Split and two and three and four
Just want the bed
But you're shown the door
A nightmare sun, rising in the east
You're a pauper, a devil, a fucking beast

Tell me a secret
I'll tell you one back
I'll hold your hand through a heart attack
Say I need you, but that aint much

Split and four and five and six
A new reality would do the trick
Oppressive heat growing in the air
You're a saint, a genius, no one cares
No one cares

Some call sunrise
You call it square one
Waking up everyday with a loaded gun
Burnt out and twisted broken insane
But you're smiling, and you're thinking
I can't complain