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Got Up This Morning

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Got Up This Morning Lyrics

[Intro: Sage Francis]
It's not that what we're doing is wrong
But let's try to keep this here secret
Between me, you, and the song
Ménage à trois that sings to me
Sinfully
When god plays along

[Intro: Jolie Holland]
What you want with a woman who won't do what you say?

[Verse 1: Sage Francis]
I was sweet on her
She was sweet on Jesus

We slept with a blanket barrier between us
Master of her craft, I had her laughin' like hyenas
When I asked her if she'd marry an elitist
Staggering genius in lace
With the grace of a drunken monk
The mask isn't seamless cause her face says something's up
But I don't dare ask her I just listen
Switchin' to my good ear and adjusting my position
As she discuss Ginsberg I listened and learned
As she disperses his words I just resisted the urge to do like he would
Whatever he wanted, if she allowed me to

She dangled that carrot then asked me:
"What would Bukowski do?"
Oh don't go there
He'd make you his mom and then completely lie about it in a book later on
[Hook: Jolie Holland]
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong

[Verse 2: Sage Francis]
Spirits were lifted when she whispered something French in my ear
Tension was there
When I responded in English it sounded less sincere
The sex in the air couldn't be left alone
So welcome to the Terrordome
A bedroom full of pheromones
Where nothing that we say is set in stone
If I thought it was for posterity I'd already be writing better poems
But I'm talking in extremes
Best this and best that

Best not regret anything that ever gets said to this hell cat
Creepin' on all fours
Ready for combat

With secretive wars sneaking her claws in our contract
Bending every which way but loose with no proof that anything that we've suggested to this day is the whole truth

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sage Francis]
I heard her chemical romance was a medical slow dance
Said my advance was sexual
Held my genitals with cold hands
Set up the Coke cans
Broke out the Red Ryder

Then one by one I tried to knock down everything that's dead inside her
She used to treat street dividers like a balance beam
Arms spread wider than the legs in her dad's magazine
Re-enacting the pages that she got trapped between
I used it for kindling and then spilled the gasoline

Now I'm your water boy
I fetch it from your cheeks just like tennis balls
Smell the stench of your weakness on the bedroom walls
Somebody careless let em vaporize
"Who let these fall to the floor from your poor vacant eyes?"
Disintegrate
This ain't a great first impression
But I work better on pages, they say words are my profession
Let me spell it out in simple language
Plain English
I want your suicide to be a book of mine that I never finish
Jolie Holland:
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong

What you want with a woman who won't do what you say?

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May 8, 2007
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