Up the morning, up the morning
Up the morning, up the morning
Every time I see your face it makes me sigh, make me
Trace my shoulders in blood on the wall
(Not to the landlords taste)
Every time I see your face makes me smile?
If I could go back in time,
I'd go to the show where I did not show,
And I would not show
Can't pretend to be street on the yard

Must stay cool to get by

What was I supposed to? What's a boy supposed to do?

Hard times now, sunshine