Lyrics:
again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what? (We want that weekend)
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
Their lives again
Their lives, to pull us
Their
again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what? (We want that weekend)
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
Their lives again
Their lives, to pull us
Their
again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what? (We want that weekend)
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
Their lives again
Their lives, to pull us
Their
bonny wee lass
What age are you my honey?"
Right modestly she answered me
"I'll be seventeen on Sunday"
[Chorus]
"Where do you live my bonny wee
again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what? (We want that weekend)
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
Their lives again
Their lives, to pull us
Their
Let's go it is what it is, man
What it was, what is wasn't only Nigga
Uh blow it by the O
Blow a lot of paper
I got rich when was young
Now,
were thousandaires
Had a brand new boat and a Frigidaire
And all us kids in our underwear were jumping on a trampoline
A bunch low lives living
Sunday morning, I forgot my prayer
I should have been happy, I still be there
Something could have come and taken me away
But the mainman felt Sly
worship the ground that you walk on, live by your
Every word 'cause your love is so religious
I want to thank your father for making you on that day
The place where he lives, God, he gives them names
The 'Hood, 'The Projects, 'The Ghetto; they are one and the same;
And I call it 'Soulsville' ah, yeah.
There's a little man in a little house
With a little pet dog and a little pet mouse
I know where he lives and I visit him
We have Sunday tea,
instantaneously break 'em
Rain one day sunshine the next
Haters try and stop my flow sometimes I'm vexed
What's next accounted by the press
Mad stress on my
that pay
Imma live behind that gate
Feeling super great
Pulling up in super i8
Feeling blessed looking like a Sunday
Now I'm stressed worried bout
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
gon' reign
And all we want is You
And all we need is You
The trees and the lights
But we surrender our lives (C'mon)
Yeah, all we want is You (C'mon,
blow by every breeze
Friday night running
To Sunday on my knees
That girl, that girl
She's mine
And I've know her since
Since you were
There will be calm, or wind will blow.
And I will live, if sun or snow.
The time goes by. Yes, you will see.
And it will be (just like Sunday morning)
(Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder)
(D) - (A) - (E)
(A) We worked through Spring and Winter, through (D) Summer and through (A) Fall
But
Last call in the club
Now we speeding to the after party
It's time to live it up no hate, celebrate
We all gonna party tonight
Full speed, no
I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along
I live on former glory, so long ago and gone
I'm turning down the talk shows, the humor
I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along
I live on former glory, so long ago and gone
I'm turning down the talk shows, the humour
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
the unimaginable
The moments when you're in so deep
It feels easier to just swim down
The Hamiltons move uptown
And learn to live with the unimaginable
I
don't give a damn
Everybody screaming it with me, with me
I'll be Dead By Sunday
I don't give a damn
I wanna hear you scream
It's time to live it up
Discuss these sunday live by the cranberries Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In