Eight O Clock In The Morning Lyrics

Eight O Clock In The Morning by Lee Scott

• Big dogs order chaos, close the curtains and dine
• And it’s fine but saving the world is a crime
• While sinners circle the shrine
• And the tin army keep the wooden workers inline
• Chop, chop, dig, dig, until there’s nothing left
• Knock, knock, who’s there? Probably death
• Found a sense of humour and lost your breath
• Laughin’ then, back in ten, worry not, practice zen
• While screaming fuck the cops!
• The only advice I’ve got is live and stay positive
• But keep the receipts for any props you give
• Until the witch hunts heading to where them corporate bosses live
• Political agitator getting stoned like the Sabbath breaker
• Money is the root of all evil
• And I see the Fascinators we call people
• What did the post mortem say?
• They switched him off cause he awoke all the way
• Don’t answer any phone calls today
• Before it’s eight o’clock in the morning pray!

• We make it past eight o’clock in the morning pray
• We make it past eight o’clock in the morning pray
• I make it past eight o’clock in the morning pray
• They are the predator you’re the prey

• It’s a still summers day but it sounds like autumn
• When I’m walking on the remains of memory lane
• Like dry leaves that crunch beneath me feet
• But when you look it’s just the concrete cooking in the heat
• On a long and lonely street, without a soul to greet
• Or a dog to show its teeth
• I think aloud and address a none existent crowd and talk frank
• And prior to this moment it’s all blank
• And these empty thoughts are intricate
• You can see the air forcing itself around you as you’re walking into it
• Feel it tingling from your toes to your fingertips
• Only in death will you understand what existence is
• But between me and you, life is like
• Flickering lights in the rear view
• An incessant need for new
• A constant redrafting of the morals we adhere too
• Then one day you’ll awake in the same place
• No one around no trace of life that isn’t past tense to grace your sight
• And with the click of your fingers day is night
• Switch the full spectrum on and off as you please
• No God’s to drop to your knees too

• Chop, chop, dig, dig
• Chop, chop, dig, dig

• We make it past eight o’clock in the morning pray
• We make it past eight o’clock in the morning pray
• I make it past eight o’clock in the morning pray
• They are the predator you’re the prey

• Chop, chop, dig, dig
• Chop, chop, dig, dig

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