When the dawn breaks, a breakfast of broken clichés.
When the fog lifts I will get my life in order Make my bed Clean my room Shift those old shoes that smell all the time When the dog barks I will come to attention Look both ways and decide on a direction to run Try to remember what it is that I am running from When I realise That staying right here is easier Easier than looking in the mirror Facing the world, being angry at the paper My family, my boss, the landlord who keeps asking My girlfriend who doesn’t ask anymore The news on the TV, all that killing All that fighting, all that hunger I am mad, I am angry When the fog lifts I am going to buy myself a gun And shoot that fucken dog. When the dawn breaks We should all stop lying to ourselves That everything is going to be all right.