Asleep On My Feet Songtext

I keep tryna hitch a ride home
Tryna turn a trick to pay back a loan,
Keep finding thieves in my bed,
You know they're only guilty when you catch them red handed,

Peach, plum, princess pea,
Punching holes in the galaxy,
Day tripping hypnotist,
Clairvoyant androgynist,
Push me through the open door,
Communicate in semaphore,
Mind, bending, ending tricks,
Every plot must have a twist,
Promised me you'd meet me there,
Promised me with cushioned stare,
Promised me I could trust you,
Glass slipper, Chinese shoe,
Stole stolen parts to fix,
Brick walls with broken sticks,
Cried poor on Chapel st, Walked a mile in angel's feet,
Sardonic, caustic child,
Truth industry bonfire,
Blow people off my chest,
Last breath, he must confess,

I've been looking for a timelord,
To take me back to when I was a god,
Blind saviours would recognise,
That my faith it dissipates when my ideas collide,

I've been searching for a way out,
Find solace in this house of abuse,
I wanna tear the comic strip strip down,
I sleep on my feet so I can take it lying down,