it was sunday, a weary sundaya loaded man
lost hope in every lesson
lost hope in every hand
i was only listening
with my weapons on
oh god who art in heaven
won't you bury me again
it was Sunday, a weary sunday
a bastard man
took my throat and honey with him
took everything and the can
i was falling into it
let me learn how to fight
lost hope and all protection
lost everything that night
