So long mrs. smith

This spring i think that i should go

And i have had enough of this

And this place ain't what it was before

When i was young nine thirty was late enough

And the sky was angel dust

A dead top trio of criminal saints

To worship at wong's

Would you say that we were wrong



So long mrs. smith

This spring i think that i should go

And i have had enough of this

I'm going down to edison








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