Letra de Hour That the Morning Comes
Mama makes the music and she makes the news She dances all night in her golden shoes She's high flying Going, going, gone She'll be halfway to Heaven by The hour that the morning comesAnd papa's kacked out with his head in his lap Mama likes to think that he's taking a nap 'Cause he's working so hard Working all night long He'll be halfway to hell in The hour that the morning comesLike a bat out of hell in the moonlight Like the pieces of the picture That you broke last night I'm sure it's going to be all right I'll be halfway heavy by The hour that the morning comesOh, look at that fool with the lampshade on Somebody told him he was having fun But they were wrong Wrong, wrong, wrong If he's fool enough he might open his eyes When the morning comes alongNow look at that secret agent man Sneaking out of church with blood on his hands He's for sale Going, going, gone He'll be the first to know and the last to go When the shit hits the fanGive me a little water Give me a little wine You're looking at a man who's been out in the sunshine Just a little too long Little bit too long But I'll be halfway home in The hour that the morning comes