Things are getting hard now, getting hard to find Your livers piccalilli, your kidneys are unkind Wake up every morning, you'd lie if you felt fine Stick you fingers down your throat now, nihilistically inclined That's the Tiger Lillie line You're hungry for the glory, on the radio you'd mime The alcohol consumes you, piccalilli is your mind They're feasting at the table, but only scraps and crumbs you find You're angry and you're bitter, your hat is full of dimes Well that's the Tiger Lillie line You wake up every morning when the clock forgets to chime You go to sleep each evening, with the whiskey and the wine That's the Tiger Lillie line That's the Tiger Lillie line That's the Tiger Lillie line Tiger Lillie line