Skladba

Tiptoe In The Mess

Rock and Roll

The strike of a dirtiness outa sense
Creative spots gotta hold my nose
Our night medicine coverin' the face by veil
Undressin' time in the morning
Tip out marchin' matches in the dawn'a morning light
Tops of the bottles are still dancin' in the night
No eyes, no miles
Black stains, all around me
Pictures on the ground, my key
Drugs are lurin' me back
To the night carousel
I am here

Dancin' tiptoe, tiptoe dancin'
Like a Cat and Kate

Have you ever felt like a wicked man without cause,
But I'm still here in the rhythm of the garbage man
I am dancin' the morning ballet
Come on wake'n'bake
Mixed-up superdrinks from all the came before
The lemon is the rusty sleeper
In the tequila bottle, didn't shut the door
Crossed windows, closed, reconstruction
Peeps don't know what I mean, they're the suggestion
Of my futile longing for the reaction
Tiptoe in the mess