Sunday 歌词

After a night of silvery-limbed limbo I flag down my liquorice-flavoured beast of burden A bangers and mash night out on the town Cavorting and sporting grotesque hand-me-downs In my gibberish moments Engrossed in my all-consuming bantasm I search for both plectops and pentrums But it severs my momentums What was it you said last night? Tomorrow's another day... I've watched jet-lagged daytime TV And dreamt of Mayan lions in Aztec discotheques And as Jesus wept I and half the world slept What was it you said last night? Tomorrow's another day... Just a tonic laced with gin Enjoying Sunday jokes in the Mordor Oaks Let me out of my picture postcard Like a pimply sponge Bison stampeding hard What was it you said last night? Tomorrow's another day Now it's upon us so drink up Or this headache's here to stay... My headache's gone away.