Drinking whiskey in the morning light
I'm stuck here on the inside, I'm looking out
On the inside
Where's my makeup
Where's my face, on the inside
At first we laughed about it
And I work the stage all night long
Where's my makeup
I never dreamed that I would wind up on the losing end
Where's my makeup
Where's my face, on the inside
I'm stuck here on the inside, I'm looking out
I'm stuck here on the inside, I'm looking out
You were screaming for the villain up there
All got your kicks from what you saw up there
I'm stuck here on the inside, I'm looking out
That's no big disgrace
I'm just another case
Eight bucks even buys a folding chair
There ain't no big disgrace
Proposed a toast to Jimmy's ghost
I'm just another case
And I was much obliged
Where's my face, on the inside
Where's my makeup
The old road sure screwed me good this time
I was downing Seagrams on another flight
My long-haired drunken friends
And I worked that stage all night long
It's hard to see where the vicious circle ends
