[Argh]
It's 11 o'clock and they talk of him
About the eve of destruction
And a new ray gun
For my defense
A mended fence
When my head hits the pillow
Am I looking up at ground zero?
For heaven's sake
I am wide awake
The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue
The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue
Left in the dark with fear and blindness
Certainty has left me helpless
The most the other dream
To see twilight again
If a man in the street can get to sleep
The city is busy digging graves for counting sheep
Then you'd blow him away
He won't see the day
The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue
The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue
Oh, [argh]
The morning comes soon (soon)
This mourning makes me blue (makes me blue)
The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue
The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue
The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue
Oh la la la la no na no
Ooh, no
Makes me blue now
Oh, oh
Makes me blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
