Sunday Songtext

von Mad At the World

Sun shining bright,
Honest light glows on this day,
On this day.
Happy-go-lucky,
Trees are green,
All is clean at this perfect park,
All is well, yet...

This day means loneliness to an empty man like him,
Sitting there on Sunday.

See him sitting there with his cold, dark stare on this day,
On this day.
See his desperation,
Look at his isolation,
See his world of pain driving him insane.

This day means loneliness to an empty man like him,
Sitting there...
This day means loneliness to an empty man like him,
Sitting there on Sunday.

Come on.

He has lost his wife, lost his kids by a murderer's knife,
Have compassion for this man on Sunday...
On Sunday...
On every day.

This day means loneliness to an empty man like him.
This day means loneliness for an empty man like him,
Sitting there on Sunday.