Lyrics:
Wakin up Sunday morning
6'o clock on the dot
My mind's hazin
Still fucked up, drugged up
And you got me thinkin
About how life was better
Not
on my mind
Come Sunday Morning, the sun will rise
And I'll be thankful just to gaze in to your eyes
I'm so joyful as your love spreads through my soul
This Must Be The Place
V1 From Friday night til Sunday morning
She wore her black lace party dress
Woke up this morning more dead than alive
Sentenced to madness from nine until five
The weather is lousy, think I'm gonna be late
I don't give
Navel with the up smash, down smash, falcon punch combo
Cooking up better tracks than sunday morning gumbo
Got more static than a VHS copy of Gummo
Navel with the up smash, down smash, falcon punch combo
Cooking up better tracks than sunday morning gumbo
Got more static than a VHS copy of Gummo
getting higher
Some people hungry
Some need money
We're all getting tired
It's just another Sunday morning
Life's getting bleak
It's getting boring
Don't
ain't living on my knees
But I tell you
Sunday morning
I'm gon' get right
Sunday morning
I'm gon' get right
Love don't live here anymore
Per her
I just keep you on my mind
Cause you're that silver lining, keep on shining on my darkest day
You're that Sunday morning, without warning hallelujah
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning
in the morning
It hurts from 9 to 5
It hurts you from the day you're born
It hurts to be alive
To be alive yeah
They hurt you by the kilogram
They
a single bite
that nice young preacher brother taylor dropped by today,
said he'd be pleased have dinner on sunday,
oh by the way
said he saw
should know by now
You make the best of what you got and when you can't figure it out
Chorus:
To go to church on Sunday morning
Don't forget to wear
break
Stand at the basic lines
I wonder why did I fall back
Sit down and let go
It’s the first of all
Sunday watch the sun sit down
Beneath
Really swing and shake your pretty thing
Yeah, the party's out of sight
Sunday morning in Harlem
Everybody's all dressed up
Oh now, heathen folks
Getting
great fires started by that torch
Burning woods, frostmourne sold
And mornings with you, are gold
I wish I could live in that moment like a beat loop,
You feel like Sunday morning drives
You make me wanna patch up my mind
And all these silhouettes of cigarette exhaust
Couple pennies for your
Than take a little shopping spree a little sunday shopping spree with you
Cos I said that we, should have come this morning
Cos now it's five past one
touched a single bite
That nice young preacher Brother Taylor dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, and by the way
He said he saw
Goodbye Sunday papers
Farewell evening news
Free press turned propaganda
Got the Sovereignty Blues
the first 5 seconds of sunshine
brings a mornin'
Do you ever get the feeling
Those Sunday nights are blue
Early morning calling, forcing you to choose
Now turning off the lights
Only emptiness
wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit
Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down
a dust trail
Breaking our backs till 5 o'clock comes around
In this little town
Sunday morning service by the grace of God
Sitting in the front pew
guess that I never will now.
c lot of time thinking about your love,
Because you're givin' me such a thrill now.
Sunday morning I'm thankin' The Lord for
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