The Flaming Lips
One Million Billionth of a Millisecond on a Sunday Morning
Early in the morning', just before the dawn
I turn my T.V. on and watch the fuzz
The sun scrapes away the first layers of the day
Nothing is meant; this is a beautiful accident
This could be the sunrise, or I could be wrong
'Cause sometimes what looks like the sunrise
Turns out to be an atom bomb
Bombs are coming' in cereal packages
Bombs are coming' in cereal packages
Early in the morning, just before the dawn
I turn my T.V. on and watch the fuzz