Intro: verse 1 It's ten past four in the morning My minds like a dynamo just wont give in Maybe the lights are to bright Maybe it's the amphetamine that i took last night I haven't moved for an hour This attic is cold, smells strongly of turpentine But i don't mind Cause i'm hoping the fumes might eventually send me to sleep My eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights Of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top With cheap whiskey which says on the label Distilled in kentucky but bottled in birkenhead This kind of thing makes me smile to myself Everyday when the world spins around in my shell It's all in good time, all in bad health It's all in good time, all in bad health verse 2 Just sit here drifting Through the realms of the sick, be unwell I'm on tender hooks And i'm looking quite pale but still got my dashing good looks It's ten past four in the morning My minds like a dynamo just wont give in Maybe the lights are to bright Maybe it's the amphetamine that i took last night My eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights Of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top With cheap whiskey which says on the label Distilled in kentucky but bottled in birkenhead This kind of thing makes me smile to myself Everyday when the worlds spins around in my shell It's all in good time, all in bad health It's all in good time, all in bad health
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