In the cold light of morning While everyone's yawning You're high In the cold light of morning The party gets boring You're high As your skin starts a scratching Wave yesterday's 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 mirror's 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 a scratching Wave yesterday's 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