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Walking Wounded [Single] (Everything But the Girl) · Walking Wounded (Scottie Eades) · Walking Wounded (Everything But the Girl) · The Walking Wounded (Bayside) · Walking Wounded (Georgie Fame) · The Walking Wounded (Bayside) · The Walking Wounded [Gold Edition] (Bayside) · Taking Back Sunday (Taking Back Sunday) · Taking Back Sunday (Taking Back Sunday) · Taking Back Sunday [Deluxe Version] (Taking Back Sunday) – and 90 other albums »


mouth and your finger in your eye
Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by

(Chorus)

Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell
Well hail Caesar 
Horses in the Senate 
Where did the eagles fly 
Back in 
The German woods ?

Lost by the walking wounded 
Fleeing the devils
It's only two o'clock
And the temperature's beginning to soar
And all around the city
You see the walking wounded and the living dead
It's never
they're quick to pass him by
And the ones who drop a dollar, don't dare look him in the eye

Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Sunday
It's only two o'clock
 And the temperature's beginning to soar
 And all around the city
 You see the walking wounded and the living dead
 It's
burned but refined
Fearless in Your Name ever by my side
Jesus Saviour forever

Taking on the raging storm
Anchored to Your kingdom unshakeable
one step at the time

Look at me I'm trying
Every day I fall down
Make mistakes, get back up
Try again, next time that, see me
I'm walking I'm walking
One Sunday morning as I was walking
By Brisbane Waters I chance to stray
I heard a convict his fait bewhaling
As on the sunny riverbank he lay
Sitting by a broken window
Up in a back room swallowing wine
Gazing down a backstreet garden
With my bed chair table and wine
Looks like I'm
Couldn't have fallen higher 
You left a lewd desire
Shot down from the sky like a hunted bird
Pressure of circumstance 
You have been taking
died by oppressive hands.

13 people lost their lives that Sunday,
Women, children and innocent men.
Many wounded lay crying in agony,
The knights
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and grandpa we
Down the crooked road a ways
A child's shadow hiding in the briar
Tending to a twisted heart that's bent and broken
Wounded and abandoned left
them back (send them back)

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
The man at the back of the queue was sent 
To feel the smack of firm government 
Linger by the flyposter, for a fight 
It's the same story every
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
back !

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say theres no such thing as Santa
But as for me
Let the time fly by
It's not in the end
Taking a chance
Starting the fire
This is an all nighter

This is an all nighter

I'ma walking out of my front
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
It's only two o'clock and the temperature's beginning to soar
And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead
It's never
passing out the torches
And they're coming back again

There's a shotgun blast
There's a secret sign
It's not a candle burning and it's not a Sunday
Every Sunday morning, before daybreak
Down upon the farm, on the fishpond
All the little ducks, they go paddling
Look out for fish or for
Walking through forests of palm tree apartments
Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
Down by the waterhole
Drunk every Friday
Eating