the songs of praise Then he reads, but always falls asleep For that Sunday sleep but he knows what he knows Sunday, Sunday Oh, that Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday
of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late together the family around the table, to eat enough to speep oh the sunday sleep sunday sunday
Fordítás: Folt. Vasárnap, vasárnap.
Fordítás: Folt. Vasárnap vasárnap.
had ran by me Fuck police, we gon' sanish this trick too well As the 50 shot of purple microdot, you will be gone a week 20-20 vision blur and can't
Your vision's blurred, your mouth is dry It is Sunday, just another Sunday Your body aches, your conscience sleeps It is Sunday, just another Sunday
teeth in a midwest shack As a shantytown girl, on the wrong end of the tracks Her mama taught her everything she'd need to get along And her Sunday School
God! I woke up with a snake tattoo Oh, my God! And I think that my tongue's pierced too Oh, my God! Oh, my God! It's the Sunday mornin' after And baby
My uncle has a country place that no one knows about He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law And on Sundays, I elude the eyes, hop the turbine
rooster hill I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills came home with my champion cock cut all to pieces some home made shine made my vision blur and I carelessly
till the end People let me tell about the girlfriend People let me tell about her she's so fine But on a warm Sunday morning just to walk and blur your
the grass and trees, bicycyles, cars Beds, books and picture frames too, We stood around helpless, confused, Nobody knew what to do. At two o'clock on sunday
when he had ran by me Fuck police we gonna send this district into LSD Take this shot of purple microdot You will be gone a week 20/20 vision blurred
from your earliest days You made a perfect circle All around the world it occured The sight of inspiration Then again my vision was .... blurred Maybe Sunday
