Sundy or Mundy

You don't like anything

You sit and laugh at every word I say

Fuck your funny games

It's rainy outside and I'm too tired to play

It's 'bout time we made a change

I shot the driver dead and then I grabbed the reigns

And drove around until I found a preacher that could save me

Is it Sunday

Or is it Monday?

Who knows?

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Everybody wants the answers

I just look and smile

I flash my teeth and I make it seem

Like everything is doing just fine

But is it Sunday

Or is it Monday?

Who knows?

And I can't find a single reason why

The days I seem to love you come and go

If you fuck me right and leave me wrong

Then I will probably never let you go

Is it Sunday

Or is it Monday?

I don't know

So we might as well live our life

Without a single worry in the world

Even though it's likely we will die

We'll die without ever needing to know

If it's Sunday

Or if it's Monday

'Cause I don't know

And I can't tell if it's Sunday or if it's Monday

Who fucking knows?