Текст песни Detroit Marcella - Sunday
Detroit Marcella - Sunday слова песни
Well, there`s a word for stressIt`s called suck-sessAll this work and no playCould make anybody a physical wreckWell, i`ll be checkin` outNext time it comes aroundYou can call me anytimeBut don`t be surprised if i don`t wanna hear itOn a sunday`Cause that`s the one day i canHave a gin and tonic ivBecome one with my setteeContemplate my navel or just breatheLa, la, la, la la la la.....A million bombs could fallThey could burn down the mallBut when i`ve made my mind upI just got to get away from it allWhen i start growing hairOn things that were`nt thereI know it`s time to stopMy head will pop if i have to hear itOn a sunday`Cause every other dayI`ve worked so hard i`ve needed a cloneFeel like i had a shot of testosteroneJust wanna vegetate and blow up the phoneLa, la, la, la la la la laNot on a sunday`Cause that`s the one day i canGet undressed with nowhere to goBrush up on my greta garboGet in contact with my alter egoLa, la, la, la la la laJust one day pleaseTo be careless and freeBefore i go crazy..........