Sunday

For those who've sleptFor those who've keptThemselves jacked upHow Jesus weptSundaySundayFor those in needFor those who speedFor those who try to slow their minds with weedSundaySundayFor those who wakeWith a blind headacheWho must be stillWho will sit and waitFor sunday, to be mondayYeah, it will be okDo nothing todayGive yourself a breakLet your imagination run awayFor those with guiltFor those who wiltUnder pressureNo tears over spilt milkSundaySundaySundaySundaySundaySundayYeah, it will be okDo nothing todayGive yourself a breakLet your imagination runawayYeah, it will be okDo nothing todayGive yourself a breakLet your imagination runaway