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