Sunday Lyrics

O Sunday!
Screw you and your yawning parks,
Up yours and your quiet walks.
O Sunday!
Fuck you and your lack of structure,
It's enough to put a freak like me under.
The more hopeful and healthy the weather,
The sadder, the sadder I get.

She said:
It's enough, it's enough to be alive.
I replied: I could make it just fine
If I didn't feel so...

Please understand!
Being down don't give me no pleasure,
I'd rather be rollerblading
Or Chinese New Year parading,
Anything but debating

What she said:
There are many new pharmaceuticals
For people like me.

O Sunday!
You're like a girl I could never get,
You mock me in joy and gladness.