Text: Duncan Sheik. Good Morning.

I awake to find the devil
sitting near my bed.
we have a conversation
...........he says:

Good Morning Mr. Cut-throat
these are most exciting times
we are surrounded by fools and crooks,
strangers that give us dirty looks,
so many different people to despise

it's tearing you apart / you haven't got the heart
I don't mean to complain, but it seems a little strange

good evening Mr. Turncoat!
well done!
you've been watching the so-called news
(and now yo see it)
that no news is good news,
we don't want to confuse
the popular pursuit
of absolute truth
and who has time for such remote endeavors

you wanna disappear,
how did you end up here?
I don't mean to complain
but it seems a little strange

take me to your leader
I sure could use a laugh
(I hear) he's made a new birdfeeder
and he sleeps in a birdbath
who needs to join the circus
come on, just look around
we are surrounded
by a bunch of f**king clowns!

they sing la la la la la la la la
they all sing la la la la la la la
we all sing la la la la la la la la
everybody sing, la la la la la la la la

its tearing you apart / you haven't got the heart
you sit there and complain, it seems a little lame.

good morning, Mr. Misanthrope
I sure do hope you remember our terms


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