作词 : Philip Cohen
 作曲 : Philip Cohen
Sunday morning, break your bread
I’ve been burning down the backstreets
With no cover overhead
Tryin’ to keep it all in front of me
Tryin’ to take away the red
Later on we’ll kill the weekend, then they’re callin’ out your name
Later on we’ll stable white horses
Later on you’ll suffer from Cain
Hello Operator I’ve been here before
Take the elevator to another floor
Been killin’ me
Bleeding with the others on the southern front
Brotherhood and cardamom to fill my cup
Been killin’ me
Iterate the moderation
And put a bullet in their minds
Dial in another station
Pull apart another time
Bring back tomorrow, now you’re crawling down the street
Later on we’ll stable white horses
Later on you’ll suffer from me
Hello Operator I’ve been here before
Take the elevator to another floor
Been killin’ me
Bleeding with the others on the southern front
Brotherhood and cardamom to fill my cup
Been killin’ me
She said move, but not so fast
Got to make a move, but got to make the good times last
She said move, but not right here
Want to take a sign from what the blind man sees,
Operator come on baby give it to me
Up in the morning…
Through all the panic and the pain
The carnage and the leaving
The merry woman and her men
Release the squires, awake the end
The merry men begin to sow
To plow the soil and relent
The fate the fire, the warm desire
The war, and morning…