Hourly, Daily Don't let there be something sour in my coffee There's fourteen year olds Screaming get out of my country I won't let him rise just to say goodbye
Hourly, daily
The August cold brings something bad in its sock drawer There's too much hate covering up those once white walls I don't want my boy thinking I'm only to avoid, tread safe
Hourly, daily
He's the spitting image and the oldest of two
Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?
Make a morning pledge to the heart of the city quiet Pray the daybreak sun Can fill up the halls of a sleepless night Bring one good face into this house today
Hourly, daily
He's the splitting image and the oldest of two Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?