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We call it top of the morning cuz all's we see's lightand it hurts to imagine it getting much brighter but this pain is our rightwe maybe back for breakfastgonna get up and work cuz it feels good to sweatswear I don't care what I getgonna get on our tractors and ride for oblivion may find it yetthe cocks are all cackling they're laughing at fashionwe're laughing along milking them wrongthe dew drops the day breaks the birds are all warbling their lore of distortion of upsets and earthquakesgonna build me a hill suck a hayseed and stare at the sky gouge out the eyes of the idolgonna plow through your landscapes and bleed on your mansionsswim where we spill talk to the oxengonna sit round a campfire and roar with abandonswallow a new day of swillgonna spit on your wealth and forget how to shineteaching of squalor and grimegonna clang with our hay forks and beat with our plowshares and it's about timegonna keep yelling 'top of the morning' all hours of the nightthe minute you wake up we're rightgonna keep yelling 'top of the morning' all hours of the nightso wake up admit we were rightgonna keep yelling 'top of the morning' all hours of the nightso wake up we're right Aus Songtexte Mania