The Sunday Song Songtext
von The Black League

Alright, I′ve said this once, and now I'll say it again

One time for the good old times, one time for the times that were worse
One time for all the wasted days and one time for the sleepless nights

One time for the shrinks and for the doctors, one time for the hospitals
One time for the cops and even one time for the neighbors too
One time for the broken glass on the floor, one time for all the things that I may have broken last night
One time for our broken vows and twice for a broken heart
One time for those foreign countries, one time for the streets of your hometown, baby
One time for all the restaurants and bars in the mountains, ′till I wandered down my way
(Get a hold of yourself, boy!)


One time for all the pain I caused, one time for I am always the cause of your pain
One time for all the things that I have done wrong and once for the sunday song
One time for I'm always pissed, one time for I'm always broke
One time for I′m pissed and I′m broke, and I'm pissed
(Get a hold, you sorry little fuck!)

One time for all the woe and sorrow and grief, ah, and all the shit that I brought into your life
That grisly fate, that evil omen that came your way, blackened your day
One time for all these God-forsaken, God-wretched creatures
But brandished with scars on their hands, they′re just like me, they're just like me
One time for all the times that you cried, one time for all the times that you wept and you cried
And you wept and you cried, and you wept, one time!