Sundays Are Hell Songtext
von Middle Distance Runner

It′s when you're alone, Sundays are hell
It′s when you're bored, your head, it swells
You sleep the day away
Best friends are busy loving
And it kills you just to think about
Your pillow lookin' like a cloud
So bury your head and be lame

And you know that′s no way to spend Sunday
Sleeping it away
And you know I′d be there in a hurry
If I weren't already late

So gimme a smile, whaddaya say?
God forbid you look a little gay
Put you down, put you in your place
He always does
And tell me, were you born to die alone?
And can you give a reason why
That isn′t in your little book of fairy tales?


And there's got to be something to do
On this God-awful day
So pick up a good book and put the Bible away

Everybody likes a winner
You say you′re the opposite
You know I don't like to hear that kind of talk
I hate to see you givin′ up
Cause you know I'm in love with you
You know I'd do anything to make it OK again

It′s when you′re alone, Sundays are hell
It's when you′re bored, your head, it swells
You sleep the day away
Best friends are busy loving
And it kills you just to think about
Your pillow lookin' like a cloud
So bury your head and be lame

And you know I won′t let you spend Sunday
Dreaming it away
And you know I'd be there in a hurry
If I weren′t already late


Everybody likes a winner
You say you're the opposite
You know I don't like to hear that kind of talk
I hate to see you givin′ up
Cause you know I′m in love with you
You know I'd do anything to make it OK
Everybody likes a winner
You know I′m no different
And you know that I love you, so you do the math
I hate to see you givin' up
Cause you know I′m in love with you
You know I'd do anything to make it OK