Lyrics:
Went marching on a demo down in London
Must have been about a million people or two
All carrying a load of banners and slogans
And all shouting Hey
demo
See ya when I see ya hear me on this instrumental
Tell the people I ain't coming in to work tonight
I live my life like everyday it's a Friday night
Spittin' my Sunday's best without my Sunday's vest
On this one way ride called life in the flesh
He got a stroker for a motor more nice than the rest
wait for tomorrow
Oh my god is it seriously 5 AM again?
Gotta move, cuz my career here be hanging by a thread
But it’s warm, better than a pussy baby,
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
rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush
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 wake up in the morning, just glad my boots are on
Instead of empty in the whispering grasses
Down the Five at Forest Lawn
On the set, the makeup
Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning
From a cold solitary prison cell
And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad
Daughter of Brother Taylor's
Dropped by the house today", yeah
"Said she'd be pleased to have
Dinner with us on Sunday", huh
"Oh son, by the way
She said she
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
I wake up in the morning, just glad my boots are on
Instead of empty in the whispering grasses
Down the Five at Forest Lawn
On the set, the makeup
Woke up this morning thinking about the other night
Trying to do it all again, like every day is the weekend.
Some say it's a problem, I ain't really
the human-sized buildings
The where you going in such a hurry
Those boring familiar faces chatting on the street
The cars taking a walk
The scent of skin hit by
cookin' all morning and you havent touched a single bite.
That nice young preacher brother Taylor dropped by today,
said he'd be pleased to have dinner
fight
We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol' Colt came here to give y'all fair warnin',
Country folks wont be pushed around, and there's some of us
And a fifteen year old girl has got to eat
She found me outside one Sunday morning begging money
from a man I didn't know
She took me in and wiped away my
And a eighteen year old boy has got to eat
She found me outside one Sunday morning
Begging money from a man I didn't know
She took me in and wiped away my
cereal bars
The morning coffee
The search for car keys
The suit and noose
The lonely commute
The forced smile
The-must-be-done-by-5-file
The belligerent
mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol' Colt
Came here to give y'all fair warnin'
Country folks wont be pushed around
And there's some of us livin' in
Got to leave town, got to get out of here
Here and now pack my bags already
Sunday morning's coming and I'm ready to go
Say goodbye
thirty feet the fat lace
10 for the rafters
Cut the other 20 in the 4 or 5 after
'Til each one on checkerboard J & J classics
Pose when he go to kick
His
Why do people whisper when they see me passing by?
It can't be because I'm clean, baby
Sunday it's the only day I wear a shirt and tie
I hear
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
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