Alley Cats (feat. Pat Appleton)

In the dead of this life In hindsight and premonition too A dead ringer at a graveyard shift On even days I'd be waved right through Todays feeling Of hitting all the cracks Neither silent majority Piled on the wrong stacks Nor advertising loud minority Sitting in the perfect slot Not to loose trail in the selfmade jungle That selfmade jungle In the dead of this life In hindsight and premonition too A lifetimes length's incomparable A dead ringers at a graveyard shift If I'ld call all my bluffin On even days I'd be waved right through A long gone wish Pops up like a jack in a box The aura creeps in from the side And takes my eyesight in comforting ways No I'm not that crazy I'll stop the ride to the shoulder In the dead of this life In hindsight and premonition too A lifetimes length's incomparable A dead ringer at a graveyard shift If I'ld call all my bluffin On even days I'd be waved right through