Sunday Morning by The Bolshoi
Time: 06:33
Track #4 from the album Friends.
Written by: TERRY, TODD N.
Published by: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing
Lyrics
I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday morning
I don't want to do it anymore
Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday morning
I don't want to do it anymore
One day a week we turn the cheek [Repeat x2]
Oh, how we'd kneel 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 want to see it anymore
Tea and toast in the social hall
We had it all on Sunday morning
I don't want to 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 want to do it anymore
I don't want to see it anymore
