S. Kilbey
(Sony Music)
Broken old record, what did you find?
The honey is spiked, I thought you liked it
Make up your mind
Fools took the boy, boy did they throw him
Into the lake
He wades through the weeds, comes to the party
What a mistake
And now, now he's waiting for a miracle, yeah
But how, when its midnite in America now
Stupid magician, with your cloak and your wand
Pulls out a rabbit, he's got a bad habit
He's quite overfond
The woman took the man, and man did she drop him
Onto the floor
He crawls to the exit, he sings like a swallow
He knocks at her door
And now, now he's waiting for a miracle, yeah
How, when its midnite in America now
Mixed up and empty, probably dead
The company paid it, the aliens laid it
Down on his head
The boyfriend hit a kid, I kid you not
He hurt him real bad
He lay in the garden, he bled in the flowers
Its awfully sad
But now, now he's waiting for a miracle, yeah
How, when its midnite in America now
How, now he's waiting for a miracle now
How, when its midnite in America now