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 comes
 And 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 comes
 Like 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 comes
 Oh, 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 along
 Now 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 fan
 Give 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