Sunday - Sodastream

It was Sunday, a weary Sunday

A loaded man

Lost hope in every lesson

Lost hope in every hand

I was only listening

With my weapons on

Oh God, who art in Heaven

Won’t You bury me again?

It was Sunday, a weary Sunday

A bastard man

Took my throat and honey with him

Took everything and the can

I was falling into it

Let me learn how to fight

Lost hope and all protection

Lost everything that night