This Mourning

[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