Singing la lalalalala la la And the night over London lay At night they would go walking 'till the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets, they go searching, to see God in their own way Save the nighttime for your

Good morning Haha, wake your mother fucking asses up Yo what is the what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleeping on my roof bitch! For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my ass whipped 'Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever

Dust and diesel Rise like incense from the road Smoke of offering For the revolution morning Battered buses jammed up to the roof Dust and diesel the prevailing themes Farmer sleeping on the truck in front Feet trailing over like he's trolling for dreams