Sunday, always hard to get to sleep When weird noises are implying threats On cold sheets, I sweat On any other day It's all rest and flowers And a long
There are places that I've been to Places part of me Places that I've left And I don't remember them There are things I want to tell you Secrets that
Sunday... Always hard to get to sleep when Weird noises are implying threats On cold sheets I sweat On any other day It's all rest and flowers And
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Translation: No Address. Mother Sunday.
Sunday... Always hard to get to sleep when Weird noises are implying threats On cold sheets I sweat On any other day It's all rest and flowers
Don't tell your mother about Where you go when the lights are down And don't tell your mother how You're up to no good, nowhere to be found Well, it'
singin' Baby, look how far we've come here I'm having a private party Learning how to love me Celebrating the woman I've become, yeah I tried to call my mother
love Charity, standing orders, on Sundays ring road supermarket No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants Car wash also on Sundays No longer
Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands Played a tambourine so well Grandma's hands Used to issue out a warning She'd say, "
apart Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday How long, how long must we sing this song? How long? How long? 'Cause tonight we can be as one Tonight, tonight Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday
to count I spend, that's at any amount No matter the sum homie, got the cash to cover it And when I'm wantin' see, she'll be fast to mother it Yea,
Andy was a Catholic The ethic ran through his bones He lived alone with his mother Collecting gossip and toys Every Sunday when he went to Church He'
Inside your house I've been waiting Her mother and brother, they greet me They're wonderful Your house looks nice And your son does too On his way to Sunday
a rock all from the same spot? Got one gang on this half the other gang On the other half of the same block Gunplay on Monday Sundays a fun day Will
meat, didn't he? When they found him took 'bout a motherfuckin' week, didn't it? Down in a motherfuckin' creek, didn't they? Mr. Roberts found his ass out, fishin' Sunday
firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready for war All out, what, what, wanna blow, what, what Teamsters what what, mother fucker From Monday to Sunday