When The Morning Comes - Sleepy Sun

Wake up in sweat dancing with a dead gentleman

Stabbed him in the eye and watched his spirit rise to heaven

Lazy as a ghost floating through the host of evil dreams

When the morning comes, comb your hair

Wash your face of crimes

Polished wings, you’re out the door

When the morning comes, comb your hair

Look back into the mirror

Wash your eyes of murderous tears

Haunted by the cold blood drip from the folds of a peaceful man

Fallen with a smile, knowing he won’t di in demon dreams

Drift into the now, brathe into the mouth of satan

When the morning comes, comb your hair

Wash your face of crimes

Polished wings, you’re out the door

When the morning comes, comb your hair

Look back into the mirror

Wash your eyes of murderous tears