Top of Morning Songtext

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Top of Morning Songtext
We call it top of the morning cuz all's we see's light
and it hurts to imagine it getting much brighter
but this pain is our right
we maybe back for breakfast
gonna get up and work cuz it feels good to sweat
swear I don't care what I get
gonna get on our tractors and ride for oblivion may find it yet
the cocks are all cackling they're laughing at fashion
we're laughing along milking them wrong
the dew drops the day breaks the birds are all warbling
their lore of distortion of upsets and earthquakes
gonna build me a hill suck a hayseed and stare at the sky
gouge out the eyes of the idol
gonna plow through your landscapes and bleed on your mansions
swim where we spill talk to the oxen
gonna sit round a campfire and roar with abandon
swallow a new day of swill
gonna spit on your wealth and forget how to shine
teaching of squalor and grime
gonna clang with our hay forks and beat with our plowshares and it's about time
gonna keep yelling 'top of the morning' all hours of the night
the minute you wake up we're right
gonna keep yelling 'top of the morning' all hours of the night
so wake up admit we were right
gonna keep yelling 'top of the morning' all hours of the night
so wake up we're right
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