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Me! Where are you Yahweh? When your children need you, Claiming their lives distressful, Amongst those who violate them? Amongst those who despise them? All commandments seem useless... Crushing your hordes, Your fool sty of swines must die, What good does bring your sabbat

since the dawning age All our very lives were shaped And worshiped to our Lord Well, heaven helped Heaven held Helped himself just Helped themselves Do what the hell they want Until we reach the age of reason If God is here And God

I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes And make it go away! How long? How long must we sing this song? How long? How long? 'Cause to...

my way towards oblivion Inside my head electric insomnia In your mind I'm fed with distrust Heading for anything better than this I want to be forgotten I want you to forgive How I'm losing all this It's just the way I live Running my way towards

lift my voice I lift my praise to You I lift my hands I lift my worship to You And I love You more than I can say Oh I love You more than I can say Ever I will sing only You will I adore Glorify my Lord only You will I serve For the world will fa

morning silence, curtain stay closed late No one thinks of kitchens mornings in a filthy state Dishes cups and beer stains, ashtrays on the floor Sunday morning papers are left outside the front door Sunday school and sunday roast Sunday papers sunday post Sunday morning sunday res

s a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby I feel like you're the real thing And I feel like I could believe in everything You're saying, oh baby, oh baby, yeah And I feel like it's the weekend An

can't believe the news today I can't close my eyes and make it go away. How long, how long must we sing this song? How long, how long? 'Cos tonight We can be as one, tonight. Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across the dead-end street. But I

it was sunday bloody sunday When they shot the people there The crys of thirteen marty martyrs Filled the free derry air. Is there any one among you Dare to blame it on the kids? Not a soldier boy was bleeding When they nailed the coffin lidds! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody

dresses up her children and she herds 'em to the car Drives down to the mega church but can't find a place to park Then she feels a little guilty when she takes His name in vain So she folds her last two dollars and she drops 'em in the plate It's Sunday mor

got rules and I break 'em. Got laws, I don't make 'em. I got chance, and I don't know what I'm doing. 'Cos I got rules so I break 'em. I got friends, I don't make 'em. And I think of what I'm doing then don't want to do it anymore. It's all denial,

York on Sunday Big City taking a nap Slow down, it's Sunday Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap If you've got troubles Just take them out for a walk They'll burst like bubbles In the fun of a Sunday In New York You can spend time without spending a dime Watc

I wake up at nine Look at the clock and turn over A couple of times I go back to sleep and sleep for An hour or three Sometimes it feels great to be me ...

I want is the best for our lives, my dear And you know my wishes are sincere What's to say, for the days I cannot bare A Sunday smile, you wore it for a while A cemetery mile, we paused and sang A Sunday smile, you wore it for a while A Sunday smile and

Chorus: Ooh, Sunday morning You;re gonna find my love shining on you Oh, I'm waiting And my heart is anticipating Your face On my pillow Feel sunshine pouring through the window Like the grapes on the vine Love gets sweeter with time You were made to love

I woke up Sunday morning, With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, So I had one more for dessert. Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes, And found my cleanest dirty shirt. And I shaved my fa

dad don't want me coming home late from the disco And me mum doesn't want me hanging around with the lads Me brother thinks he looks like John Travolta And me sister thinks she's Olivia Newton John It's a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A

this ain't No Sunday drive Got the tach Redlined Throttle opened wide (Gentlemen start your engines) Got all new Diagnostic-tuned Polished, shined Lookin' like new This car will blow Your mind And your door Right off Rotated tires Balan

Let's pretend it's a sunday morning We'll go out, feeding pigeons I'll take you on hands till the bridge though I can tell that you won't listen to my words To my words ...

Sunday, Monday or Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday or Friday I want you near Every day in the year Oh, won't you tell me when We will meet again Sunday, Mon...

want a Sunday kind of love A love to last past Saturday night And I'd like to know It's more than love at first sight I want a Sunday kind of love And I want a - a love that's on the square Can't seem to find somebody Someone to care And I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowh

is only two days away Already they said a train was coming in late I'll wait This reminds me of last year September, I think When you said you loved me But you had to leave me So I'll wait, I said On a Sunday train I can hear the whistle Blowing you away On a Sunday tra

Sunday morning, praise the dawning It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the wo...

Sunday morning, praise the dawning It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch o...

Sunday mornings Feel our inner greed Everyone is the same We've all been to that place Open up, reach inside, and you'll find it, freedom But you just wait for someone to show you daylight On Sunday mornings Feel our inner greed Everyone is the

morning and the feeling's still the same It's our sunday through our saturday love This ain't no weekend thing this ain't no teenage game It's our sunday through to saturday love It's our sunday through to saturday love It's our sunday throu

has got the war paint My hair is in the air again Newbies all got stage fright They cower at the bar again Liars, cryers, buyers Pawley's got the flyers for them all Buzzcocks, Stooges Lori engineers the trip We beat and pound the tables to the chorus

Sunday afternoon and there are a few things that I have to do. And I’m gon’ do ‘em I’m gon’ do ‘em. It’s Sunday afternoon and there are a few things that I have to do. And I’m gon’ do ‘em I’m gon’ do ‘em. First up, I gotta tidy up, my place is

in his hands through the park All afternoon A fine day to fly balloons or tell him a story Hand in his hand to wonder Till day is done Sunday father and son Sundays are theirs to explore Alone by law One day to keep the two from turning to strangers

know a girl from a lonely street Cold as ice cream but still as sweet Dry your eyes Sunday girl Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl Looks like he´s in another world Run and hide Sunday girl Hurry up, hurry up and wait I stay awake all week and still I wait I