Paroles Sunday

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This house is as slick as a senator’s statement
This job is a masquerade of recreation
Like a wreck, I’m sinking fast

The key to everything
I crawl for Sunday
When I don’t have to move
Caught up in dreams untangled one day
Where I don’t have to prove
The days roll on and finally Sunday
A Sunday afternoon
I’ve got it all
But what’s it for?
But getting some more

Always ready, always steady and
Always ready, always steady and

The street is as cold as a corporate lawsuit
A pride I can’t jive is telling me to wipe my boots
I’m a wreck
What did you expect?

The key to everything
I crawl for Sunday
When I don’t have to move
Caught up in dreams, untangled one day
Where I don’t have to prove
The days roll on and finally Sunday
A Sunday afternoon
I’ve got it all
And so what now?

(Do what they say and then do what they say, go back)
(Do what they say and then do what they say, go back)
(Do what they say and then do what they say, go back)
Do what they say and do what they say till Sunday
(Do what they say)
Until I’m black and blue
Oh, what can I do?

Always ready, always steady and
Always ready, always steady and

Got all I need and it is killing me
And you
Got all I need and it is killing me
And you
Got all I need and it is killing me
And you
Got all I need and it is killing me
And you
Got all I need and it is killing me
And you
Got all I need and it is killing me
And you

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management

James Osterberg, Joshua Homme, Dean Fertita