Waiting For Sunday - FAR

I’m always frightened

I wear my helmet every day

I’m scared the sky might tumble down from heaven

I blame my neighbors

I wish that they’d all move away

They’re all on welfare, kill babies, pass bad laws, start all the wars

I wait for a miracle

I go to big building, I pray

I dance with demons, they whisper my fate

Scare me into thinking I’m saved

We’re all so tired

We wear our raincoats every day

To keep the wet and wind and world out

Waiting for Sunday