Good Morning Mrs. Smith Lyrics - Street Sweeper Social Club - Street Sweeper Social Club

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 Mary's sucking 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 starting 

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 

Dancing 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 

Connecting and interacting 

Struggling, 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 fixing 

Not just numbing the pain 

And I'm not just coming complaining 

I'm just explaining 

How this life is a blessing 

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