In the Morning

You wanted it to be good

Yeah you thought that it would be ok

A death star in bloom

Another thought in the incinerator

You wanted it to be cool

Oh you thought that it would be alright

In the morning...

A death star in bloom

A rattle in the hand of a baby

A rattle in the hand of my baby

Goes the rhythm of the night

Yeah you wanted it to be cool

You thought that it would be alright

In the morning...

Hey you, come here

The band sing their songs and then disappear

The band sing their songs and then disappear into the rhythm of the night

Yeah you wanted it to be cool

You thought that it would be alright

In the morning...

In the morning...

In the morning...