| In the military outpost known as hell
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| We was way too drunk off Muscatel
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| Prone to fail and get thrown in jail
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| From the stories that the TV was known to tell
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| This night at the end of the world
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| Police sirens sing to boys and girls
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| Handful of pills to press your curl
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| Baby shine that light, let your fight unfurl
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| My confession is also my blessing
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| Hollered Hail Marys suckin' on a Smith & Wesson
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| May salutations interrupt your isolation
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| I’m just like you, another profit calculation
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| I learned a lot from things left at my apartment
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| Forgotten papers that you dropped on my carpet
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| Musical chairs, you thought your luck was just startin'
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| Who told the record to stop?
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| Took the collection note you left at my spot
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| And made you origami
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| Woo hoo!
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| Good morning, Mrs. Smith!
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| Woo hoo!
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| Good morning, Mrs. Smith!
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| In the military outpost known as hell
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| We was way too drunk off Muscatel
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| 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
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| Police sirens sing to boys and girls
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| Handful of pills to press your curl
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| Baby shine that light, let your fight unfurl
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| Dancin' in my kitchen with Sly Stone’s permission
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| Lit my ignition, cursing fascist apparitions
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| You said your life was something like the inquisition
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| All you could do was lay there in prone position
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| I said there’s love inside the people connectin' and interactin'
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| Strugglin', finding direction
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| That’s why you see insurrection
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| Here’s some affection
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| We the targets of war
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| Took the eviction note they tacked on your door
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| And made you origami
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| Woo hoo!
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| Good morning, Mrs. Smith!
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| Woo hoo!
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| Good morning, Mrs. Smith!
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| In the military outpost known as hell
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| We was way too drunk off Muscatel
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| 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
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| Police sirens sing to boys and girls
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| Handful of pills to press your curl
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| Baby shine that light, let your fight unfurl
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| I heard that power is the rum of the brain
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| And for us it’s fixin', not just numbin' the pain
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| And I’m not just comin' complainin'
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| I’m just explanin' how this life is a blessin'
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| I took the farewell note you meant for your exit
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| And made you origami
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| Woo hoo!
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| Good morning, Mrs. Smith!
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| Woo hoo!
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| Good morning, Mrs. Smith!
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| Woo hoo!
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| Good morning, Mrs. Smith!
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| Woo hoo! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Morning, Mrs. Smith , by - Street Sweeper Social Club. Song from the album Street Sweeper Social Club, in the genre Иностранный рок