he pours the wine into his coffee cup
the jazz has dropped, its time to pick it up
2:30 he rolls out of this brass at last
terrence love is barking something crass
each night a thousand stairs go up both ways
soul and colour peeking through his sleeves
m's down at the coast its too late for busses run
slides into his headphones, sleeps to solo monk
success success his smile is saccharine
glamorous he's pouring pancho's gin
lives hes life a painful and lovely day
in the history of a great pregnancy
squat public library checking out "the trial"
strolls to the pier to gather his thoughts
he's talking to himself about it
he don't get upset
can't sleep
he'll have another ciggarette
the correct lyrics are:
he pours the wine into his coffee cup the jazz has dropped, its time to pick it up 2:30 he rolls out of this brass at last terrence love is barking something crass
each night a thousand stairs go up both ways soul and colour peeking through his sleeves m's down at the coast its too late for busses run slides into his headphones, sleeps to solo monk
success success his smile is saccharine glamorous he's pouring pancho's gin lives hes life a painful and lovely day in the history of a great pregnancy
squat public library checking out "the trial" strolls to the pier to gather his thoughts he's talking to himself about it
he don't get upset can't sleep he'll have another ciggarette