Sunday Morning Songtext

von The Bolshoi

I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday Morning
I don't wanna do it anymore

Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday Morning
I don't wanna do it anymore

One day a week we turn the cheek (x2)

[Chorus]
Oh, how we kneeled down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
I don't care, it's not right there

Get up early, do your hair
Sunday best on Sunday Morning
I don't wanna see it anymore

Tea and toast in the social hall
We had it all on Sunday Morning
I don't wanna see it anymore

We come in fear, to worship here (x2)

[Chorus]

It's wrong to feel, it's wrong to care
You must not steal, you must not swear

[Chorus]

I don't wanna do it anymore
I don't wanna see it anymore