Songtext von Broadway Joe

I picked up a bag of a bit o' brain lag The smack and the magic attack came back Around every corner was a morning loner Whose tone was a boner, so I'll telephone her To pour out our soul in a tour that tore us Our minds and our music, nothing will bore us A new world order, a new form of the bright formations Fuck it, I told ya Good morning, Broadway Joe Rising with the dawning light We've got time left and a moment to spare and it's been a crazy night So when the Sun explodes, and the shapes erode And when the dark, foreboding, sins escape We find ourselves in folded paper and the message on the police tape Do not cross, or they'll cross you out, they can write your name off without a pen From the One to Three for Five, Six, Seven, more- the hatred is the 8, 9, 10 Good morning, Broadway Joe Rising with the dawning light We've got time left and a moment to spare and it's been a crazy night I bit you back in a shark attack And when I come around and turn the sky black, there'll be hell to pay I laid to rest all their tests at their best, when their second guesses turned out at last, I dispatched the day I screeched back with a heart attack When the last of the bastard aristocrats, they were acrobats in air Death leamed at me from my eyelids, I can't sleep nowhere Good morning, Broadway Joe Rising at the dawning light We've got time left and a moment to spare and it's been a crazy night Good morning, Broadway Joe Rising at the dawning light We've got time left and a moment to spare and it's been a crazy night