The Masters of Plenty

How do I look this morning
Last night's coming out of my ears
My stomach is well beyond warning
My head is far from clear
It's just a case of dying and being born again
And the early morning thought-train's jammed
Tomorrow things will be different
When I get my rock 'n roll band

So all the odds are against us
I thought I left a six-pack somewhere
And all the money is gone now
This trouble always comes in pairs
But I know a place we can go to
The bartender understands
That you'll get the job with the paper soon
And I'll get my rock 'n roll band

Now it will take somewhat time
But in the end you'll agree
That on top of the ladder
They ain't got nothing on me
I take what I want
And I get what I need
And tomorrow is always on the side of me

So we're the masters of plenty
And we're the keepers of none
They can have whatever they take man
Cause whatever they take I don't want
They can have the daytime
Cause the night's tight in my hands
Tomorrow things will be different
When I get my rock 'n roll band

Now it will may take somewhat time
But in the end you'll agree
That on top of the ladder
They ain't got nothing on me
I take what I want
And I get what I need
And tomorrow is always on the side of me
So out of the backstreets
And out of the park
Out of the alleys
And out of the dark
Into the morning
And into the day
I am up on my feet
And I'm moving again