Letras de 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 cacked 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
But 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 gonna 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 a 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 hit 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 day for too long, day that′s been too long
But I′ll be halfway home in the hour that the morning comes