In cold light of morning   While everyone is yawning, you're high   In the cold light of morning   The party gets boring, you're high      As your skin starts to scratch   And wave yesterdays action goodbye   Forget past indiscretions   And stolen possessions, you're high   In the cold light      In the cold light of morning   While everyone's yawning, you're high   In the cold light of morning   You're drunk sick from whoring and high      Staring back from the mirrors   A face that you don't recognize   It's a loser, a sinner   A cock in a dildo's disguise   In the cold light      Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow      As your skin starts to scratch   And wave yesterdays action goodbye   Forget past indiscretions   And stolen possessions, you're high   In the cold light of day      Tomorrow's only a king   Whistle, whistle   Whistle, whistle   Whistle, whistle   Whistle, whistle   Whistle away      In the cold light of day