Alley Cats ft. Pat Appleton Lyrics

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