Ben Folds - The Secret Life of Morgan lyrics

His wife is tired She wants to sleep But all that Morgan Davis wants is cream of wheat He waits and when she turns out the lights He tiptoes through the darkness and steps into the night This boring life that he leaves of buying and selling stocks makes him feel He’s growing old and tired There’s no joy in his life Just the pa**ing time In this boring life He wants the lights, the jazz A piece of a** A toothless b**h to blow him for a vial of crack He cooks his junk in some Gatorade And scores a bag of chronic on the east MLK This secret life that he leads of buying and selling d** keeps him up at night He’s selling hash Screwing trailer trash And he’s making cash It’s a whoring life My friends are all salesmen My wife is a s*ut There must be something bigger I can stick in my bu*t The IRS is auditing “My life’s in a rut!” And so he’s fired his heat He’s blown his blow It’s coming up on sunrise and it’s time to go He smells like barf His hair’s a mess He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat hairy chest He stumbles home from a Leslie show He will be at work in an hour or so He crawls in bed with his sleeping wife Just a night to break up this boring life