Me Like Bees - Ra Ra Etc.

I fought tooth and nail through the billows grey
To some deeper pit of my converging self
A humid locker where I pile my guilt
And where I often pluck the first lines for myself

I fought tooth and nail for the right I had just to be myself, and she
Well, she empties out upon this caricature's smiling brow
But deep in the morning I'm taut and rough
Here in the morning I'm fine enough
Ra ra ra et cetera, I sing it

Deep in the morning I lash back the curtains fold
Take in the few sure truths I hold
Though sorrow came and root got choked
Green thing dead now dead thing grows
Though deep in the morning I'm taut and rough
Here in the morning I'm fine enough
Ra ra ra et cetera
Muttered softly coffee mantra

Pretty close call though I've seen closer were the words that no one said at all
When the Lord went up to Lazarus' tomb for an encore to his swan song
Maybe then a chatter and a conversation after
With a joke and then a laughter about a curtain call
Maybe then the matter was the death that came thereafter
And the point was that the result hadn't changed at all

Deep in the morning
I sift through my clearest thoughts
Separate haves out from have-not's
Wager out those decent shots
The math is always slap-dashed

Deep in the morning I'm taut and rough
Here in the morning I'm well enough
Ra ra ra et cetera
Nothing more than a tune to hang on

Deep in the morning I lash back them curtains fold
Take in the few sure things I know
Like nothing ever seems to go the way I meant and et cetera
Deep in the morning I'm taut and rough
Here in the morning like Lazarus
Ra ra ra et cetera
Marching on to the tune of what now

And ra
Ra ra ra
Ra ra ra, et cetera, et ceter-
Ra, ra ra ra
Ra ra ra, et cetera
Deep in the morning now