Tiger Lillie Line

Things are getting hard now, getting hard to find
Your livers piccalilli, your kidneys are unkind
Wake up every morning, you'd lie if you felt fine
Stick you fingers down your throat now, nihilistically inclined

That's the Tiger Lillie line

You're hungry for the glory, on the radio you'd mime
The alcohol consumes you, piccalilli is your mind
They're feasting at the table, but only scraps and crumbs you find
You're angry and you're bitter, your hat is full of dimes

Well that's the Tiger Lillie line

You wake up every morning when the clock forgets to chime
You go to sleep each evening, with the whiskey and the wine

That's the Tiger Lillie line
That's the Tiger Lillie line
That's the Tiger Lillie line
Tiger Lillie line