STREET SWEEPER SOCIAL CLUB LYRICS - Good Morning, Mrs. Smith

"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