Gruesome Sunday Morning

It's a gruesome Sunday morning and another heavy day

I'm looking in the mirror and my whites are turning red

It's another freaky Sunday thanks to yesterday

There's something sticky on the floor and my kitchen's in a mess

There's a body in the bathroom which I can't identify

but I really like to know who is that wasted guy?

I'm checking my apartment it's not a pretty sight

My dog is in a coma it must have been some night



Here comes another freaky day

And I'm feeling kinda strange

I guess I should have stayed in bed



This morning the devil called me on the phone

I pretended to be someone else and said "Sorry he's not home"

he said "uh huh! I'll call again" and then he said "goodbye"

I wonder what he had to say I just can't figure it out



Here comes...



It's a beautiful Sunday morning but I'm too drained to smile

Getting up too early really gets me down

My soul is somewhere else oh, this is worse than Mondays

how can it be so cold in the middle of the summer?



Here comes...