Picture this, 2:30 on the hottest night in June. He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon. And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise.
I said lo, lo and behold. I just wanna know why I'm so cold. And I hope I learn before I get old. How I can burn when I feel so co, oh, oh, old. . I've been inside for days.
This is for every life story, every detail. Ex-dotcom millionaires with shitty jobs in retail. Every ingrown toenail, pile of junk mail. Drivin' test drive fail, vain search for the Holy Grail.
Don't take me for a fool. Because I'm not the foolish kind. Well, if you had a sledge hammer. You still couldn't break my mind. . Well, if I'm honest with myself baby.
It's hard sometimes trying to be a geezer. A good bloke. Five pints down the local pub. Laughing at a filthy joke. And sleeping around. Just so that you can brag about it.