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Everything is slower here; everybody's got a union card
They get up on Sunday, go to church of their choice
Come back home, cook out in
Let's wake up in the afternoon
Pretend that we got nothing to do
No we don't have to go by any agenda
We can make up our own rules
I see the way
It happened back in ancient times 
When people worked overtime overtime 
In fact I think in 1985 
Life was busy in the big city 
And the union was
Did you read the Sunday paper
about the strong stomached 25
Who from an expedition
All came back alive
From that hostile country
Where only
Did you read the Sunday paper
About the strong stomached twenty five
Who from an expedition
All came back alive
From that hostile country
Where
Let's wake up in the afternoon
Pretend that we got nothing to do
No we don't have to go by any agenda
We can make up our own rules
I see the way
from the depth of the pacific
to the height of everest
and still the world is smoother 
than a shiny ball-bearing
so i take a few steps back
to eight. All supported by the state. Her smokes and alcohol are coming from my pay. Taking it all from me. No Social Security. There's nothing left for you.
And tonight
We're coming alive
The dead are arising
The night is coming to life

I'm kicking around day by day
I'm losing my mind every Sunday
I try
New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday

What about an early night?
Monday never feels so bright
Ooh
New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday

What about an early night
Monday never feels so bright
Ooh
early November
On a Thursday taking back Sunday for a refund
She shot a wink like no hard feelings
Then she jetted to Brazil man them pills had me spun
New York was cold and damp 
TV is just a blank 
Looks like another dead end Sunday 

What about an early night 
Monday never feels so bright
a little bit hardcore 
Wore a Bane shirt and had an edge tattoo
While he sang Taking Back Sunday
She was moshing with her crew

She showed him times
on the ave with a stick
Now I'm taking orders
Dreaming about the days when I went to Latin Quarters
Me and my batallion
Scheming on the kid with the link
is posing for a photo op 
With the oval office clan 
And uncle Sam is rigging cockfights 
In the promised land 
And that knife you stuck in my back
I'm 
Taking down my star-trek shrine 

You blew me out on a Sunday night 
You were bored to tears pretending 
Knew what you wanted and I'm nothing
I'm 
Taking down my star-trek shrine 

You blew me out on a Sunday night 
You were bored to tears pretending 
Knew what you wanted and I'm nothing
hustlin' on every corner boomin'
Back of the phantom couldn't fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto,
communion
Redesign laws of union in a revolution
Connect the eyes to energize cause evil lurks in lies
Steals your breath and then you die, no one heard
the ghetto
Slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
Ya
hustlin' on every corner boomin'
Back of the phantom couldn't fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto,
I'm taking off when that light change
I'm Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes
I miss this and I want it back, So I'm all in with
comin' back 
I let my mail stack & let my hair platt 
But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart 
His posse came & them niggas had no heart 

Me kill
Darden, fuck Marsha Clark.
Taking us, when we're in the spotlight, for a joke.
Changing by the day, I see it's getting bigga in my square.
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