Letra da Música: Hated Sunday - Black Box Recorder

Close the windows, draw the blinds
I can't stand it if the sun shines
On Sunday
Hated Sunday

Disturbing pictures on the news
Distant wars but they won't touch you
On Sunday
Hated Sunday

Your mother calls, she's alright
Your sister calls, she's in hospital

Honouring politician dead
Car found parked on Beachy Head
On Sunday
Hated Sunday

Oh to be in England on a Sunday
Dear old dismal England an a Sunday-ay

Hated Sunday

Sunday night, time stands still
One last drag, it still feels like school
Tomorrow
Hated Sunday

Your mother calls, she's alright
Your brother calls, he wants money

Oh to be in England on a Sunday
Dear old dismal England an a Sunday
Oh to be in England on a Sunday
Dear old dismal England an a Sunday-ay