.It was Sunday, a weary Sunday
A 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.
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