Lyrics

Mothers run mothers run with their scissors Running with their scissors With the silk parachute With dreams of pillowcases, curtains and quilts And ballroom gowns just as white as milk See them shine see them shine Through the rubble and the filth now The French man falls French man falls In his silver parachute now And he's looking so cute In his parachute chute as he floats Past the boats and all the farm goats And slowly flies down through a sky The color of a peach Left on the floor evermore And so the plane takes off In this same charcoal sky Licorice lips mouth the word goodbye But we sit right here in this sad waiting room And feel it fill with that terminal gloom Here comes sunshine in this clouds Sing a little song with a dirty mouth Parade in the street with a dangerous crowd Here comes sunshine There's a cockfight crowing on the roof tonight On the roof on the tenement house Where the men they try their luck for ten bucks And the women all stay inside So here comes sunshine Here comes sunshine Here comes sunshine and the clouds Parades in the street with a dangerous crowd Sing a little song with a dirty mouth Parade in the street with a dangerous crowd Here comes sunshine Just give me one more night, one more night on the tiles To see your eyes every time they smile