So Long Mrs. Smith Lyrics

So long Mrs. Smith
this spring I think that I should go
I have had enough of this
& 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 wongs
would you say that we were wrong?

So long Mrs. Smith
this spring I thing that I should go
I have had enough of this
I'm going down to edison