Testo Sunday Morning

Testo Sunday Morning

Summer sun a dumb small town Half past eight on Sunday morn´ the Bells are ringing it´s so nice to Listen to the preacher?s voice So does Thomas every week People say he´s not a geek he killed His wife two years ago because of drinking you should know He has got money but not from Ron his lovely ten-years-old son Ronny is just lingering as long as church accepts everything Monday evening it´s raining hard a man named Robert playing darts In his weird house down the street for him there is no summer heat He is not trusting anymore in god and church still sees the gore Of his family until today that was killed last year in may A drunken guy was driving fast and killing all his dreams At last church and god that is his hate so nobody cares about his fate
Testi Guadalajara