Sunday

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 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