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Twenty Twenty Surgery, Pt. 2 (Taking Back Sunday) · Twenty-Twenty Surgery [CD #1] (Taking Back Sunday) · Twenty-Twenty Surgery [CD #1] (Taking Back Sunday) · Taking Back Sunday (Taking Back Sunday) · Taking Back Sunday (Taking Back Sunday) · Taking Back Sunday [Deluxe Version] (Taking Back Sunday) · The Sunday Sunday Popular Community Song CD (Blur) · Sunday 8pm [Sunday 8pm/Saturday 3am] (Faithless) · Sunday, Lovely Sunday (Edson) · Sunday Bloody Sunday (U2) – and 90 other albums »


Saturday satan Sunday saint foolin' your neighbors that's what you think
Readin' the good book singin' the hymns
Come Monday morning and he's back
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
by 
And my love for her is taking such a long time to die 
God, I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist 
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Now I'm all used up and I fee so turned-around
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
When I think of all I put you through
Always taking you for granted
I never saw it from your point of view
Blinded by the double standard

You
in Buckhead
I drive a BMW
I was breaking hearts
And taking names and numbers just for fun
Stealing kisses wishing I was twenty one

Well Thursdays came
Crow Jane
Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She lives alone by the river
The rolling rivers of pain
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow
to rescue me
But you left a message on my radio

I'm drunk by 7.20
And I sleep around a-plenty
I'm not happy acting this way

Take me back Sunday take
waited
Any given Sunday so where y'all rate it?
Wit slavery, lynching, and them drugs infiltrated
I'm like that doll Chucky, baby
Keep comin' back
up one day, Lord to find that I was by myself
With dreams of Georgia cotton and California wine

Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath
Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found the mornings brought the meaning to my life
I woke up one day Lord finding I was by myself
waited
Any given Sunday so where y'all rate it?
Wit slavery, lynching, and them drugs infiltrated
I'm like that doll Chucky, baby
Keep comin' back
digger's ass

Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed, 
Cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in
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,
cant keep chasing 'em
I'm taking my life back
Caught in a change
Twenty five to life

I don't think she understands the sacrifices that I've made
Maybe
Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing the lights
It's twice a night for twenty-five nights
One more litle line, then everyone back to mine
Jesus in Vegas, taking
and Friday and Saturday 
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday
and Friday and Saturday 
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday
digger's ass

Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed, 
Cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in
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,
From Denver to California
By way of Mexico
We're lost and we're finding each other
And we may never see the west coast
We may never see the west
a surefire bet I'm gonna die
So I'm taking up praying on Sunday nights
And it's not that I believe in your all might
But I might as well
As insurance or bail
and Friday and Saturday 
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday
a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs
Green backs from drugs, get whacked for the love
Twenty niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me
I'm only
Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up
Those Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back
And the orange drive-in the neon billin'