Life Before Breakfast
Lyrics by Brieve Morison
Fingernail moon trying to scratch my back
Don’t think I’m going to let it do that
Not when my girl does it properly
I can walk down this street like it was my own
But It’s never felt like home
As anyone living here can tell you honestly
Sometimes I think my life’s a dream
But it’s someone else’s and it seems
I I just can’t wake him up
I am not what I want to be
When I haunt his memory
In the morning as he does his laces up
Life before breakfast’s not much fun
There’s not much time to get things done
Life before breakfast is a bore
Me I’m holding out for more
He woke up last night choking to death
A spanner in your throat’s really bad for your heath
That’s what our doctor says anyhow
And although our doctor knows a lot
He can’t tell us what we’ve got
Still he takes the money with a bow
It’s half an hour since we got up
Blinking in the sun he picks up a book
Something about anatomy
And I begin to fade away
Like stars at the break of day
And I slip from his memory
Life before breakfast’s not much fun
There’s not much time to get things done
Life before breakfast ‘s a bore
Me I’m holding out for more
