Sunday

For those who've slept

For those who've kept

Themselves jacked up

How Jesus wept, Sunday, SundayFor those in need

For those who speed

For those who try

To slow their minds with weed

Sunday, SundayFor those who wake

With a blind headache

Who must be still, who will sit and wait

For Sunday to be MondayYeah, it will be okay

Do nothing today

Give yourself a break

Let your imagination run awayFor those with guilt

For those who wilt under pressure

No tears over spilt milk

Sunday, Sunday

Sunday, Sunday, SundayYeah, it will be okay

Do nothing today

Give yourself a break

Let your imagination run awayYeah, it will be okay

Do nothing today

Give yourself a break

Let your imagination run awayOver me