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