Feeling good

Waking up easy, the smell of honeydew.
It's early in the morning and I got nothing to do.
And my first zip of coffee and the first sniff of cocain,
it makes me look into the mirror
and decide it's a perfect day

Women's liberation is getting out of hand
And I'm just a poor boy and I'm working on the land
and my own soul possessions are the ones I truly need.

And I look into the mirror
and decide it's a perfect day.

Hobos in the alleys, crackheads lying on the street
Girl stands on the corner, he's fifty-four she's seventeen.
And her humiliation and her first sniff of cocain
it makes me look into the mirror
and decide it's a perfect day

I'm feeling good today, I won.

On the top of the hillOne last zip of bourbon
although I'm realy ill
I have lived a full life in search of a cheap thrill
And the sun stands where the moon stood
and the day will turn to night
And I still look into the mirror
'cause I ain't afraid to die