Sundays Are for the Dead

We all want to be free

Shackled down by broken laws of society

Beaten down we learn to stand up

Conquer all that comes our way and never give a fuck

Cause Sundays are for the dead

We won't rest in peace until our bones are laid to rest

Someday we all just disappear

Believe when I say that Jesus will not save you dear

The grave yard us where we go

Full of friends and enemies and old unrestful souls

Gather round and celebrate the night

Hope to hell that all is well and we can see the light

Cause Sundays are for the dead

We won't rest in peace until our bones are laid to rest

One day we all just disappear

Believe when I say that Jesus will not save you dear