Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Come, smash up your seats tonight
Sippin' on wine
I'm fineThe music keeps me up all night
'Cause I'm full of lust
Come with us, run for your livesI'm only lonely when the music's over
Lonely when you're going homeWe don't celebrate Sundays anymore
(We don't celebrate Sundays)
My good church is not open on Sundays
(We don't celebrate Sundays)Touched, touched
By that amazing sound
My blood begins to boilA celebration to the night
'Cause I'm full of lust
Come with us, let's spend the nightThere's no, no religion in my house
No thick people in my houseWe don't celebrate Sundays anymore
(We don't celebrate Sundays)
My good church is not open on Sundays
(We don't celebrate Sundays)We don't celebrate Sundays anymoreWe don't celebrate Sundays anymore
(We don't celebrate Sundays)
My good church is not open on Sundays
(We don't celebrate Sundays)Come, smash up your seats tonight
(We don't celebrate Sundays)
I said, come, celebration to the night
(We don't celebrate Sundays)I said, come, smash up your seats tonight
(We don't celebrate Sundays)
I said, come, celebration to the night
(We don't celebrate Sundays)We don't celebrate Sundays