Hour That The Morning Comes

[Verse] 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 knocked out with his head in his lap Mama likes to think that he's taking a nap Because he's working so hard, working all night long 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 going to 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 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 hits 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 little too long, little bit too long But I'll be halfway home in the hour that the morning comes