Sunday

For those who slept, for those who kept themselves jacked up, how jesus wept sun-daaaaaay, sun-da-y for those in need, for those who speed for those who try to slow their minds with weed sun-daaaaaay, sun-da-y For those who wake with a blind headache who must be still, who will sit and wait sun-daaaaaay, to be mon-da-y yeah, it will be o-k, do nothing to-day give yourself a break, let your imagination run away For those with guilt, for those who wilt under pressure, no one tears over spilt milk sun-daaaaaay, sun-da-y sun-daaaaaay, sun-da-y sun-daaaaaay        yeah, it will be o-k, do nothing to-day give yourself a break, let your imagination run away give yourself a break, let your imagination run away