I Feel A Death Coming On

(album: Two Monkeys - 1997)

I see it in the women, the coldness in their eyes
So shallow in their minds, so predictable in desire
I see it in the bosses whose hands hold people's lives
So stupid in promotion of old boys, sycophants and liars

And I feel a death coming on, coming on
And I feel a death coming on, coming on

The job I do is boring, they all hate me anyway
The days are long, the nights are just an alcoholic haze
The weekends come and go, nothing different, nothing new
I smoke because I need to and I drink because there's nothing else to do

And I feel a death coming on, coming on
And I feel a death coming on, coming on

Somebody always fucks it up
With a knife in the back or a bullet in the guts
One door opens, another one shuts
Somebody always fucks it up

And I feel a death coming on, coming on

Now you think I'm crazy but I'm gonna make 'em pay
Let 'em laugh for now, the tears will soon be here to stay
A chance is all I asked but heads stay buried in the sand
Going out in a blaze of glory, that's the only thing they'll understand

And I feel a death coming on, coming on
And I feel a death coming on, coming on

Coming on
Coming on
Coming on
Coming on