Testo Sunday

Am I scary
When I wear your own memories?
Do you miss me
Everyday during the week?
Are you listening
To Adam's apple this morning?
Saturday, she told you all new things
Then today, Sunday I'll listen then I'll say

Oh Lord
You only pray on good Sunday
So hardcore
Until you have one good headache
Then cry
When there's no filet in good sight
Oh Lord
It's Sunday evening
Goodbye