For those who've slept
For those who've kept
Themselves jacked up

How Jesus wept
Sunday
Sunday


For those in need
For those who speed

For those who try to slow their minds with weed
Sunday
Sunday


For those who wake
With a blind headache

Who must be still
Who will sit and wait
For sunday, to be monday


Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today

Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away


For those with guilt
For those who wilt
Under pressure

No tears over spilt milk
Sunday
Sunday


Sunday
Sunday


Sunday
Sunday


Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today

Give yourself a break
Let your imagination runaway


Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break

Let your imagination runaway