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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
GodBoom
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Casey Narcis
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Casey Narcis
Production déléguée
Paroles
You're not free with your Cadillac, you're doing just exactly what the man wants you to do
Buy his goods, so you'll never have any real economic freedom
He wants you to buy everything he advertises on TV, so he'll keep you perpetually owing your soul to the company store
You're not free, you're a slave
So I'm back in church on Sunday, and I'm asking God, forgive me, forgive me God
Wednesday came around, I fucked around. Shit, I don't even know what happened Wednesday
Spending money like it's water now
Trying to be good, but I just don't know how
The devil keeps on calling me his child
Look at Cher, just got married. Goddamn, you a good girl
And she's fucking with my ****
Cher that shit, fucking dirty
But you gotta give a little bit to me
Saturday night, fuck the cost
Now that whole night is fucking analog
It's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday
It's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch
So I'm back in church on Sunday
Like me
And I'm asking God, forgive me
Like me
I know you're God, I'm king though
That's why I'm fucking everything though
Just gotta fill that ego
Buying all the bitches that we know
Bitch, drop down to your knees though
Make sure you kiss the fucking ring though
Still can't stop that evil
God, please forgive me though
The choir just sing but you know
Sounds like a Cayenne Turbo
She said that she don't know
Sin just taste so sweet though
Just left her lips and I know
I'll be back on Sunday
If you die a devil, as a tree falls, so shall it lie
If you've been a dollar grubbing, miserly creep here, you'll be a creep
And you'd make a hell out of any heaven you went to
It's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday
It's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday, it's Sunday
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
Written by: Casey Narcis
