(Mason, Thomas)

There's a gunsight between my eyes

Oh, the jungle's so full of surprises
Looking round for my friends to arrive
Maybe they stayed at home

To stay alive

It's Sunday

Seems to be another bloody Sunday
Weather's lousy
Sunday

Seems to be another bloody Sunday
Can you tell me where the week-end goes
'Cause it sure goes ... fast!


There's a church that stay's open all day
Saving souls as they're passing the plate around

So salute the American way
Keep your head down low
And don't make a sound


The hours are irregular
When your up against the Popular Front

But you'd rather be adventuring
Than serving up in Burger King
You cut the rug and wipe the floor

When they get theirs then you get your kicks
So who cares what your fighting for
You sure look good in uniform


Keep your eyes on the road up ahead
Someone's mine may be yours

Put barbed wire round the bed
Now you've shoo-ed all the ghosties away
Little man, you've had a busy day