4 A.M.
Dawn's light fingers tap sonatas across exposed skin
Jacking up my leaden eyelids and sliding right in
Retina reel and explode with the solar overload
Dragging consciousness screaming from my bruised frontal lobe
Into a world tinged with regret, the aftertaste of excess
Twisted cans and shaking hands, empty bank bags and rolled rands
Half-baked plans and sweat glands in perpetual flow
I turn and lean into oblivion, pray for darkness to close
What you going to do for pain when you
Feel a little heartache
How're you gonna regulate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
You've got to read between the lines when you're
Reaching for a clean slate
Sometimes it pays to medicate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
I try to hide my brain away, but I know it's too late
Seems some moonlight demon surgeon dropped by to operate
Inserting spiny strands of hangover Criscrossing my skull
Every movement tears a fresh rent through the cranial cell
Its a lie to think that I'm gonna fly when this high wire snaps
Not viable to rely on pills to drag me out of the cracks
In filthy floors between grey walls deep beneath the mine dumps
Hear the city's siren song screaming through in triumph
What you going to do for pain when you
Feel a little heartache
How're you gonna regulate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
You've got to read between the lines when you're
Reaching for a clean slate
Sometimes it pays to medicate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
Slow down, it's nearly 4 AM on sandy shores
Your head spins like a matador
Man in this town, you're just a sponge of insecurities
That come to the top with the city's squeeze
Watching daylight, assault the make-up on crumbling facades
'Til the grime runs like mascara marks
On these streets lined with concrete teeth, pockmarked and cavitied
Only night can bring sweet remedy
What you going to do for pain when you
Feel a little heartache
How're you gonna regulate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
You've got to read between the lines when you're
Reaching for a clean slate
Sometimes it pays to medicate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
What you gonna, what you gonna, what you gonna do yeah
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
What you gonna, what you gonna, what you gonna do yeah
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
What you gonna do for pain when you feel a little heartache
Jacking up my leaden eyelids and sliding right in
Retina reel and explode with the solar overload
Dragging consciousness screaming from my bruised frontal lobe
Into a world tinged with regret, the aftertaste of excess
Twisted cans and shaking hands, empty bank bags and rolled rands
Half-baked plans and sweat glands in perpetual flow
I turn and lean into oblivion, pray for darkness to close
What you going to do for pain when you
Feel a little heartache
How're you gonna regulate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
You've got to read between the lines when you're
Reaching for a clean slate
Sometimes it pays to medicate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
I try to hide my brain away, but I know it's too late
Seems some moonlight demon surgeon dropped by to operate
Inserting spiny strands of hangover Criscrossing my skull
Every movement tears a fresh rent through the cranial cell
Its a lie to think that I'm gonna fly when this high wire snaps
Not viable to rely on pills to drag me out of the cracks
In filthy floors between grey walls deep beneath the mine dumps
Hear the city's siren song screaming through in triumph
What you going to do for pain when you
Feel a little heartache
How're you gonna regulate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
You've got to read between the lines when you're
Reaching for a clean slate
Sometimes it pays to medicate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
Slow down, it's nearly 4 AM on sandy shores
Your head spins like a matador
Man in this town, you're just a sponge of insecurities
That come to the top with the city's squeeze
Watching daylight, assault the make-up on crumbling facades
'Til the grime runs like mascara marks
On these streets lined with concrete teeth, pockmarked and cavitied
Only night can bring sweet remedy
What you going to do for pain when you
Feel a little heartache
How're you gonna regulate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
You've got to read between the lines when you're
Reaching for a clean slate
Sometimes it pays to medicate
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
What you gonna, what you gonna, what you gonna do yeah
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
What you gonna, what you gonna, what you gonna do yeah
Vacuum soul cleaner with violent demeanour
What you gonna do for pain when you feel a little heartache
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