TOM MORELLO / BOOTS RILEY - Good Morning, Mrs. Smith lyrics

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In the military outpost known as hell

We was way too drunk off Muscatel

Prone to fail and get thrown in jail

From the stories that the TV was known to tell

This night at the end of the world

Police sirens sing to boys and girls

Handful of pills to press your curl

Baby shine that light, let your fight unfurl

My confession is also my blessing

Hollered Hail Marys suckin on a Smith & Wesson

May salutations interrupt your isolation

I'm just like you, another profit calculation

I learned a lot from things left at my apartment

Forgotten papers that you dropped on my carpet

Musical chairs, you thought your luck was just startin'

Who told the record to stop?

Took the collection note you left at my spot

And made you origami

Woo hoo!

Good morning, Mrs. Smith!

Woo hoo!

Good morning, Mrs. Smith!

In the military outpost known as hell

We was way too drunk off Muscatel

Prone to fail and get thrown in jail

From the stories that the TV was known to tell

This night at the end of the world

Police sirens sing to boys and girls

Handful of pills to press your curl

Baby shine that light, let your fight unfurl

Dancin' in my kitchen with Sly Stone's permission

Lit my ignition, cursing fascist apparitions

You said your life was something like the inquisition

All you could do was lay there in prone position

I said there's love inside the people connectin' and interactin'

Strugglin', finding direction

That's why you see insurrection

Here's some affection

We the targets of war

Took the eviction note they tacked on your door

And made you origami

Woo hoo!

Good morning, Mrs. Smith!

Woo hoo!

Good morning, Mrs. Smith!

In the military outpost known as hell

We was way too drunk off Muscatel

Prone to fail and get thrown in jail

From the stories that the TV was known to tell

This night at the end of the world

Police sirens sing to boys and girls

Handful of pills to press your curl

Baby shine that light, let your fight unfurl

I heard that power is the rum of the brain

And for us it's fixin', not just numbin' the pain

And I'm not just comin' complainin'

I'm just explanin' how this life is a blessin'

I took the farewell note you meant for your exit

And made you origami

Woo hoo!

Good morning, Mrs. Smith!

Woo hoo!

Good morning, Mrs. Smith!

Woo hoo!

Good morning, Mrs. Smith!

Woo hoo!