They put their trust in us They're gonna be like us Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say Thou shall not kill I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing And that it's God's will 'Cause our children are watching us So let's learn from our history

Too paid to freestyle. He's looking good Where's my coffee? Good morning doctor carter (hey sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (another one what we got?) Your first patient (yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concept (uh-huh) Originality (ugh)

Thermal count is rising in perpetual writhing The primordial ooze and the sanity they lose Awakened in the morning to more air-pollution warnings Still we sleepwalk off to work as our nervous systems jerk Pretending not to notice how history has forbode

Nothing looks the same in the light, Take your time I watch you breathe, I cannot sleep, I touch your hair, I kiss your skin, And hope the morning sun won't wake you too soon. For when you wake,

Sunday morning, I forgot my prayer I should have been happy, I still be there Something could have come and taken me away But the mainman felt Sly should be here another day That's why I got to be thankful yeah, yeah I gotta be thoughtful Ah ha thankful,

On the sunny side of the street Walked with no one and talked with no one And I had nothing but shadows Then one morning you passed And I brightened at last Now I greet the day and complete the day With the sun in my heart All my worry blew away When you

I must have kicked them out They told me I was gone You have no plans for me I will set my soul on fire I'll tell 'em What have I become? I'll stay awake Why am I not scared in the morning? I don't hear those voices calling

Long gone baby Lets get out of this town tonight Nothing but dust in the shadows Gone by morning light Somewhere we wont ever get caught, never be found Baby lets just get out of this town Got it all figured out inside of my head There's a bag packed up

How could you I will not run You are the river Pour out of this life You are the morning bird Who sang me into life every day You are the blood of me The harvest of my dreams

And the thunder rolls Deep in her heart The thunder rolls (the thunder rolls) And the lightning strikes Another love grows cold The thunder rolls Three thirty in the morning Not a soul in sight The city's looking like a ghost town