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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 There's a lesson for you to learn Don't you know that you're going to burn? Unless you see the way and turn, you'll be mourning You just don't understand, it seems All the pain your lifestyle brings How often do you remember your dreams in the morning When you're high? You can't see through the smoky haze That fills your room, turns it into a maze You better hurry and change your ways, or you're burning Another shot and a slice of lime Another puff, can't you see it's a crime? Somehow I think after all this time, you'd be yearning For the sky You're putting through two hundred pills a day Ten grams of coke, you're gonna snort your life away Pounds and ounces up in fuzzy smoke And the irony is you don't see the joke You think you're smart, well does it seem that way Before you know it there'll be hell to pay I don't think that you quite see it that way the morning after You think it's fun, you think you look real cool On the corner across from the local school But to us, you just play the fool for the laughter Till we cry You should see the look on your face As you stumble all around the place You're becoming quite a mental case - you're crazy Don't expect me to reel you in From all the hell that's just about to begin Won't even try to extract yourself, you're too lazy Oh, why? There's a lesson for you to learn I hope you know that it's going to burn You never saw the way to turn - you're mourning You never understood the truth, it seems All the pain your lifestyle brings And I know you don't remember your dreams the morning after The morning after. . . the morning after. . . |