Midnite in America - Steve Kilbey

Broken old record, what did you find?

The honey is spiked, I thought you liked it Make up your mind

Fools took the boy, boy did they throw him

Into the lake

Wades through the weeds, comes to the party

What a mistake

And now, now he’s waiting for a miracle

But how, when its midnite in America

Stupid magician, with your cloak and your wand,

pulls out a rabbit, he’s got a bad habit

He’s quite overfond.

The woman took the man, and man did she drop him

onto the floor

Crawls to the exit, he sings like a swallow

Knocks at her door

And now, now he’s waiting for a miracle

How, when its midnite in America

Mixed up and empty, probably dead

the company paid it, the aliens laid it down on his head

The boyfriend hit a kid, I kid you not

He hurt him real bad

He lay in the garden, he bled in the flowers

Its awfully sad

But now, now he’s waiting for a miracle,

How, when its midnite in America,

How, now he’s waiting for a miracle now

How, when its midnite in America.