In The Morning

Westside Cowboy

Place the crowbar in my hand
Watch the TV spit the lights
Such a bad place where I'm living
Watch this city be the death of me tonight

Pile the dishes by the sink
A growling man's voice from outside
I've been falling while I'm sleeping
Watch this city be the death of me tonight

In this cold room by the door
A half-Moon dangles in the sky
In the morning I will kiss you
'Less this city be the death of me tonight

The headlights crossing in the street
Somehow the day has gripped me tight
I'm in a cold sweat on my old sheets
Watch this city be the death of me tonight
Watch this city be the death of me tonight


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