Sunday
For those who've sleptFor those who've keptThemselves jacked upHow Jesus weptSundaySunday
For those in needFor those who speedFor those who try to slow their minds with weedSundaySunday
For those who wakeWith a blind headacheWho must be stillWho will sit and waitFor sunday, to be monday
Yeah, it will be okDo nothing todayGive yourself a breakLet your imagination run away
For those with guiltFor those who wiltUnder pressureNo tears over spilt milkSundaySunday
SundaySunday
SundaySunday
Yeah, it will be okDo nothing todayGive yourself a breakLet your imagination runaway
Yeah, it will be okDo nothing todayGive yourself a breakLet your imagination runaway