Letra de
Sunday

I'm gonna have a good cry over nothing
But a handful of cigarettes
I'm gonna leave the windows open
When I feel like getting dressed
I'm gonna think hard about leaving
See if the afternoon can tell
I'm gonna let him lie there sleeping
Then I'm gonna love him well
One morning gonna wake up
Far from this town where my body lies
But Sunday is nobody's business
Sunday is nobody's business
Tell all of the neighbours
Take back all your favours
And look away, Lord
Take down your eyes
The ice trays all are empty
There's nothing here to eat at all
I can't even find a pack of matches
I left the oven on all night
My mother's 'cross town, I'm going to see her
My grandma's up there on the hill
She's drinking sherry with all the angels
Saving a little bit until
That morning when I wake up
Far from this town where my body lies
But Sunday is nobody's business
Sunday is nobody's business
Tell all of the neighbours
Take back all your favours
And look away, Lord
Take down your eyes
I'm gonna spend it like I got it
Take it like I want it
Love like no one loves me___ at all
'Cause in the place where I come from, you have to be careful
When everything is certain
When everything is fixed
When everything is fine
When everything is fine
I'm gonna buy some flowers at the grocery
With my last five dollars again
I don't care if lonely is coming
I've been practicing
Tonight in this window
The moon is gonna rise__
If you wanna give me something, give me something, but today
Don't give me no__ surprise (give me no surprise)
Don't give me no surprise (no surprise)