So Long Mrs. Smith

So long mrs. smith
This spring i think that i should go
And i have had enough of this
And this place ain't what it was before
When i was young nine thirty was late enough
And the sky was angel dust
A dead top trio of criminal saints
To worship at wong's
Would you say that we were wrong

So long mrs. smith
This spring i think that i should go
And i have had enough of this
I'm going down to edison