Street Sweeper Social Club - Good Morning, Mrs. Smith lyrics
rate me<BR>
In the military outpost know as hell<br>
We was way too drunk of Muscatel<br>
Prone to fail and get thrown in jail<br>
From the stories that the TV was known<br>
To tell<br>
This night at the end of the world<br>
Police sirens sing to boys and girls<br>
Handful of pills to press your curl<br>
Baby shine that light<br>
Let your fight unfurl<br>
<br>
My confession is also my blessing<br>
Hollered Hail Marys suckin on a Smith & Wesson<br>
May salutations interrupt your isolation<br>
I'm just like you<br>
Another profit calculation<br>
I learned a lot<br>
From things left at my apartment<br>
Forgotten papers that you dropped on<br>
My carpet<br>
Musical chairs<br>
You thought your luck was just startin<br>
Who told the record to stop?<br>
Took the collection note you left at my spot<br>
And made you<br>
Origami<br>
<br>
Woo hoo<br>
Good morning, Mrs. Smith<br>
Woo hoo<br>
Good morning, Mrs. Smith<br>
<br>
In the military outpost know as hell<br>
We was way too drunk of Muscatel<br>
Prone to fail and get thrown in jail<br>
From the stories that the TV was known<br>
To tell<br>
This night at the end of the world<br>
Police sirens sing to boys and girls<br>
Handful of pills to press your curl<br>
Baby shine that light<br>
Let your fight unfurl<br>
<br>
Dancin in my kitchen<br>
With Sly Stone's permission<br>
Lit my ignition<br>
Cursing fascist apparitions<br>
You said your life was something like the<br>
Inquisition<br>
All you could do was lay there in prone<br>
Position<br>
I said there's love inside the people<br>
Connectin<br>
And interactin<br>
Strugglin<br>
Finding direction<br>
That's why you see insurrection<br>
Here's some affection<br>
We the targets of war<br>
Took the eviction note they tacked on your door<br>
And made you<br>
Origami<br>
<br>
Woo hoo<br>
Good morning, Mrs. Smith<br>
Woo hoo<br>
Good morning, Mrs. Smith<br>
<br>
In the military outpost know as hell<br>
We was way too drunk of Muscatel<br>
Prone to fail and get thrown in jail<br>
From the stories that the TV was known<br>
To tell<br>
This night at the end of the world<br>
Police sirens sing to boys and girls<br>
Handful of pills to press your curl<br>
Baby shine that light<br>
Let your fight unfurl<br>
<br>
I heard that power is the rum of the<br>
Brain and<br>
For us it's fixin<br>
Not just numbin<br>
The pain<br>
And I'm not just comin complainin<br>
I'm just explainin<br>
How this life is a blessin<br>
I took the farewell note you meant for<br>
Your exit<br>
And made you<br>
Origami<br>
<br>
Woo hoo<br>
Good morning, Mrs. Smith<br>
Woo hoo<br>
Good morning, Mrs. Smith<br>
<BR><BR>
<i>[Thanks to Jimmy McTiff for these lyrics]</i><br>
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