Vārdi:
The Morning Of Other

a bright golden haze on the meadow The corn is as high as an elephant's eye An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky Oh, what a beautiful mornin

a system and it seldom ever fails To kill these moments before you race to face the day You sleep on the train, you get hypnotised by the morning rain

Tulkojums: Soundtracks (citas dziesmas) skaņas celiņu. Pamodos šorīt [alabama 3].

changing Things Cause I am Born in a morning hall Silent cries ran out When the cradle breaks Broken dreams were unheard on The other side Born in a morning

motherfucking preacher on Sunday morning You over the streets so weak cause the word... to get by But better be the cleanse motherfucker in the surfs on Sunday morning

Yeah, I understood You make everything look so easy You got the boys lined up But your calling Everything you do, Everything you say keeps them Hanging on You wake up The next morning

Morning, here me sing Here me sing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Morning, morning, morning, oh now morning Morning, morning, morning Morning, morning, morning, oh no morning Morning, morning, morning

silent waters deep Your precious daughter In the other room, asleep A kiss ?Goodnight? from every Stranger that I meet I had to send it away To bring us back again Morning

Do your step You can do it all by yourself Let me see you do it Snap yo fingaz Do your step Get crunk bitches