Toaster By Cat Clyde
It’s the end of September and the sun is still shining bright
And the wind keeps on blowing the smell of a riverbank
I’m smoking dirty cigarettes ’cause I can’t afford the ones I like
There’s no time to wash my clothes, but it don’t matter ’cause they all smell like smoke
And I’m lighting my cigarette in the toaster
Just like my mother used to do
And I’m sitting in my empty apartment, just wondering what it is I should do
Well I’ve oiled up my boots so it’s okay if I walk in the rain
And there’s no whisky in the freezer so I guess I’ll punch another bowl again
Dirty leaves on the ground keep rustling in the wind
It keeps my attention now I can’t remember what I was just thinking
And I’m lighting my cigarette in the toaster
Just like my mother used to do
And I’m sitting in my empty apartment, just wondering what it is I should do
Well it’s the end of September and the sun is still shining bright
And there’s no whisky in the freezer, so I guess I’ll punch another bowl again
I’m smoking dirty cigarettes cause I can’t afford the ones I like
It keeps my attention now I can’t remember what I was just thinking
written and performed by Cat Clyde
produced by Cat Clyde
shot and edited by Cat Clyde and Strummer Jasson
