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Top o' the Mornin'

from Deep In Denial by Men With Day Jobs

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Running from circumstances beyond my control…
Walking on broken glass would cut me to my soul (sole)

The world on my shoulders weighing me down…
Dubious destination, if I don’t turn this life around
Then I wake up to the day, and all the clouds have blown away
It’s the top o’ the mornin’, hair on your chest,
slice o’ the action, with a pint o’ your best 

Puts the lead in your pencil, the spring in your step,
when you find the world’s gone magical
Thinking of all the troubles filling my plate…
Wondering where I’m going, pondering my fate…
Constant curiosity killing this cat…

Saddled with duties, never knowing where the party’s at
Now I’m coming out to play, and all the world can hear me say…
I say, Top o’ the mornin’ …
The world’s gone… gathering daisies, doubling bets,
spreading pies across the sky 

And why stop at pastries?
We’ll have whole meal… if I could just teach pigs to fly
They tell me I’m foolish, they call me naïve,
a dangerous lunatic, deluded and deceived
But that doesn’t faze me, I know they’re wrong 

I’ll just keep weaving these baskets, and singing my song
Let the dice fall where they may, there’s nothing more that I can say…
Only, Top o’ the mornin’…

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from Deep In Denial, released July 19, 2014

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