For those who've slept. For those who've kept. Themselves jacked up. How Jesus wept. Sunday. Sunday. For those in need. For those who speed. For those who try to slow their minds with weed. Sunday. Sunday. For those who wake. With a blind headache. Who must be still. Who will sit and wait. For sunday, to be monday. Yeah, it will be ok. Do nothing today. Give yourself a break. Let your imagination run away. For those with guilt. For those who wilt under pressure. No tears over spilt milk. Sunday. Sunday ...
