Lyrics:
sky with Houdini's twin
Six months into a crisscross zig-zag tour
Come on, let's go
Let's get lost
Climb in a big black van on the road again
Come on,
It's been 18 months and 14 Days
Bobby can't get him a job
Repo man's gonna take his van I hear
Bobby's giving up on God
He needs a hand up
she's positive
Made her an appointment she was two months late
The car they borrowed broke down before they got out of state
Towed back into town
hatin'
Police Sunday investigation
And they keep callin' my phone
Ain't know shit about no burglaries, cracker
I was home reem put me on a lick
I'm tryna
Here it is a Sunday, we can let our worries wait, Yes, I know! A day trip, but we thought of it too late. Don’t ask for decisions cuz I’m dimming
you behind the glass
I forget that I'm in the cage
They bring me to Sunday mass
But it never wiped the rage
Red, I love you and the world
Seven
a.m. on Sunday, the bums are praying (Oh yeah)
Met her at a party, we were drunk, now we're sober (Oh yeah)
She said, "It's cold, got a long walk home,
on a Sunday
All dependin' on whatever kinda mood he's in
I keep his glass filled up with sherry
And sing him all his favorite songs
If a tear comes to his eye
she went to Sunday mass
And when she'd go up to receive, I'd kneel down there
And watch her pass, the glory of her ass
I useta to love her, I
for some freedom find that you will get none
And damn I ain't even much see my P.O. last month
I'ma play the hotel
I missed my court date I ain't tryin'
You were born in a southern fall
it might of been Sunday but I can't recall
all the birthdays I must have missed
your first steps and your first
him and I guess he loves me too
We go to church on Sundays 'cause we want to go to heaven
Me and my family, ain't that how you're supposed to do
all know your name
After six straight months of drinkin' boy,
You're never gonna be the same
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't remember
and aside from it
I've had trust problems every month, it is now an issue
My life as a dog is now wag the tail official
Put a stage on the yacht, I'll rock
If we're having so much fun then why am I crying every Monday?
Is it just to cancel out the laughter from Thursday through to Sunday?
I spend
she went to Sunday mass
And when she'd go up to receive, I'd kneel down there
And watch her pass, the glory of her ass
I useta to love her, I
Blue Double R while gettin' top from my lil' snow bunny (skrrt)
Don't pray for me, pray for the opps 'cause he might go on Sunday
Swing on they street,
Sunday night, James got the drop on the meeting time
Monday came, Tim switched cars, nothing police could find
I'm on standby, James supposed to come
an indigo sky
With Houdini's twin
Six months into a crisscross zig-zag tour
Come on, let's go
Let's get lost
Climb in a big black van
On the road
gift
Sunday morning at mama's house, meditating
No Hennessy in my gut, my second week of sobriety
Feeling high off life, it's like I'm levitating
float above
J Rich:
On a Sunday afternoon, just washin' my car
Gettin' it ready for the night and the boulevard
Polishin' all the chrome and shinin' up
of the month and all my bills are due
I pay the light bill and pay the phone bill do
because if I don't, my po' ass is through
My po' ass is through
Call us America's sweethearts - we found a place in Roxbury
Where we can meet the mortgage, go to church on Sunday
I teach communion class
Everybody took a holiday
Everybody took a holiday
On a Sunday in July
Everybody made up their minds
And when Monday rolled around no one came home
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