breakfast comes at eight and i am wide awake nine with my head spinning for the cause morning glory hits me like a hurricane shakes me like the beatles and the doors tender is the word i give to you my love never knowing what it really means do you want to come along when i leave home and top it off with pills and ecstasy try to write it in a letter whether right or wrong sing it in a song i will not stop nothing tells my story better than the streets i walk i don’t want to know where i end up friday night was filled with matching fever strokes season for a panic to attack a green eyed bandit laughed and came in from the cold no reason left for me to sing it back business never easy when you’re nearly dead you give and you get nothing in return sit on top of you and eat a gingerbread to save you from a lot of your concern try to write it in a letter whether right or wrong sing it in a song i will not stop nothing tells my story better than the streets i walk i don’t want to know where i end up