Lyric No. 5243605 Smith

Stone cold cell
Raised from hell
Holdin me
For first degree
One more morn
For calm, for dawn
You shall see
They ll come for me

I confessed
I ve been blessed
All I need is one last request

I ll only get up in the morning
Tearin down the songs
Hearing the radio
Blarin , darin , dancin vigorly down the hall
We ll get in the do, I did it
Shoo-bee-doo s and all
Give us the grass around to tumble down
That gobbles our way, rock n roll
I wanna get up in the morning
Tearin down the walls
I ve got to face my music
Fore I face my lord

To think this is over
A crazy kind of show
Can t any of you tell me
Is there a better way to go?
Oh no!

5:15
Now s the time
I ll be fine
Here s my music one more time

I ll be here in the early morning
Tearin down the song
Knockin the radio
Blarin , darin , dancin vigorly down the hall
I ll get in the do, did it
Shoo-bee-doo s and all
Watchin the grass around
A rollin round to good old passion rock n roll
I ll be here in the early morning
Tearin down these walls

The music played and I must say I really had a ball
And now I guess I gotta go and meet those odd people down the hall

I don t wanna go this way
Though I know I ve gotta pay
Would it change things anyway
If I said I d like to stay?
What da ya say?