I woke up Sunday morning with no way to move my head that didn’t hurt
The beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad, so I had one more for dessert
I rustled through my closet in my clothes to find my cleanest dirty shirt…
“Sunday Morning Coming Down” written by Kris Kristofferson performed the best by Johnny Cash.
“Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary”
King Crimson
From the song “The Great Deceiver”
Unclviny
He said captain, I said wot,
He said captain, I said wot,
He said captain, I said wot,
He said captain, I said wot d’ya bloody want?
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it’s degrading.
It’s Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense, you’d maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through the phonies