I Can Sleep In A Chair
When The Air Is Close
And The Book Is Hardly Started
You Know I Never Pray
But I Might One Day
For Those Around Departed

One Imitation Smile
Curls Round Your Glass
I Can See Through White Wine
One Imitation Smile
Curls Round Your Lips
I Can See Right Through You

I'm Modelled In Wax
But In Good Hands Now
I'll Burn Up At Both Ends
Half Dead With Fatigue
In A Social Storm
I Can Gather All My Close Friends

I Get The Heaviest Blues
And The Shortest Fuse
When The Glutton Party Beckons
My Rattle Is A Draw
On The Restaurant Floor
They'll Soon Be Up For Seconds

Right Through