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Street Sweeper Social Club lyrics : "Good Morning, Mrs. Smith"

In the military outpost know as hell
We was way too drunk of 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 know as hell
We was way too drunk of 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 know as hell

We was way too drunk of 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 explainin
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

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