There is a place where you can find the gray of your town beneath the smoke, the cement, under your home a heel where demons wander
Without money, hungry and covered of the blackest star You are my stars! The guideline of my dissolute life Like the eagles work for your sons, Like the eagles work for food
I saw Satan inside that alley, He was asking me for money, I saw Christ upside looking at the world I saw those men forgetting the sound heels make on the street Their wives skinny and sad, looking at the future like tigers
Live fast and die young, cause this life belongs to me, I try hard with this band and I'm only going down
I gave up! I gave up! I punched life in the face And she knocked me down Another god damned sunday I go on to have a place where to sleep No more dreams No more nothing Another good damned sunday Another god damned sunday
We'll live in the empirical With the eyes of those who have looked death in the eyes, We'll stay silent 'till we die We'll put together a new group of people, defeated With eyes of ice and shattered clothes Avoided by everyone, exiled The legion of anti-matter
Another god damned sunday of work
You talk about concerts and shows, But i gave up playing I gave up, I punched life in the face And she knocked me down, Another god damned sundayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
