Cope Lyrics

It’s always the same, whisky and cocaine

The bringers of false hope

But they get me through the most difficult times

The times when I just can’t cope

Sometimes I can cope.

I raise my hands in the dead of night

Trying to find my way

To the man in the box

With one twinkling eye

And his blind one watching the clocks

I ask for power and purpose and magic

And a freak show all of my own

But he just sends a parade and chilled lemonade

And the pretty bubbles to take me back home.

It’s always the same, whisky and cocaine

The bringers of false hope

But they get me through the most difficult times

The times when I just can’t cope

Sometimes I can cope.

I climb into his box

And this strange little voice

Comes out of my own big mouth

But they’re only his words

For pulling the birds

Long after the sparrows have flown.

As I pull down the lid

And we breathe the same air

I meditate on the choices we make

And the things that I did

When I was only a kid

When the outcome was easy to fake.

The clock strikes five

And the bees in his mind

Want honey and flowers and fun

And his blind eye rolls back

And I’m under attack

As the night meets the new born sun.

At home in my head

A mechanical mouse

Clicks across the bedroom floor

And a plasticine cat

With a charming blue collar

Is stuck halfway up the bathroom door.

Sometimes I can’t cope.

We’d change our minds

(Got a right to do)

We’d take more drugs

(Got a line to do)

We’d stop

We’d communicate

(We’re doing fine thank you)

It’s always the same, whisky and cocaine

The bringers of false hope

But they get me through the most difficult times

The times when I just can’t cope

Sometimes I can cope.