Kurt Weill, Martin Wolfson - Morning Anthem

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Wake up, all you godless, wake up
Come open your sinful blue eyes
With greed runneth over your cup
So start the day’s blessings and lies
Sell him out, your own brother, you lout
And chuck your poor mother about
The good Lord up above you is watching
And yelling «Get up and get out!»