Sunday Songtext
von Tommy Lee

Your vision′s blurred
Your mouth is dry
It is Sunday
Just another Sunday
Your body aches
Your conscience sleeps
It is Sunday
Just another Sunday

You said
You don't wanna feel this way
(You don′t wanna feel)
You said
You don't wanna feel this way
(You don't wanna feel)


Your knees are weak
Your heart′s on speed
It is Sunday
Just another Sunday
Your senses lie
Your temple speaks
It is Sunday
Just another Sunday

You said
You don′t wanna feel this way
(You don't wanna feel)
You said
You don′t wanna feel this way
(You don't wanna feel)

I think I′m out of my mind sometimes, baby
Yeah, yeah
There's no room in my head ′cause it's filled with the bomb
I think I'm out of my mind sometimes, baby
Yeah, yeah
There′s no room in my head ′cause it's filled with the bomb

It is Sunday
Just another Sunday
Heads about to crack
Heads about to crack


You said
You don′t wanna feel this way
(You don't wanna feel)
You said
You don′t wanna feel this way
(You don't wanna feel)

I think I′m out of my mind sometimes, baby
Yeah, yeah
There's no room in my head 'cause it′s filled with the bomb
I think I′m out of my mind sometimes, baby
Yeah, yeah
There's no room in my head ′cause it's filled with the bomb