Anouk

Did you ever wake up in the morning
with a freight-train running trough your head
an empty whiskey bottle by your pillow
and a burnend out unfinished cigarette
the night went up in smoke
life is but a joke man
but I see nobody laughing
did you ever live a day,
like the next day would never come
blood's dripping on the floor, but who cares
who needs you anyway
you're a stranger to yourself
and this ain't no joke, man