In the Morning

You wanted it to be good Yeah you thought that it would be ok A death star in bloom Another thought in the incinerator You wanted it to be cool Oh you thought that it would be alright In the morning... A death star in bloom A rattle in the hand of a baby A rattle in the hand of my baby Goes the rhythm of the night Yeah you wanted it to be cool You thought that it would be alright In the morning... Hey you, come here Bands sing their songs and then disappear Bands sing their songs and then disappear into the rhythm of the night Yeah you wanted it to be cool You thought that it would be alright In the morning... In the morning... In the morning...