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Sunday
Well I've been thinking 'bout what to do on Sunday
See all the girls get extra curls and spend their money
And I've got a ticket to the finest show, maybe baby you and I could go
But I don't feel like breaking a commandment on Sunday
The city's shaking
The store's are baking
People awaken
And dawn is breaking
The cars are driving
One crash and silence
A young girl just died
And everybody only cares for you on Sunday
Everybody likes to be your friend on Sunday
Everybody only prays for you on Sunday
Everybody likes to give you love on Sunday
And I've been thinking 'bout the people who owe me graces
Spoke to my reflection and he helped me recall their faces
He said "Son, be a man, get a gun, form a plan."
"Go to their homes and get your revenge"
But I don't feel like breaking a commandment on Sunday
The city's shaking
The stores are baking
People awaken
And dawn is breaking
Bad men are runnin'
Reach for the gun and
A good cop just died
And everybody only cares for you on Sunday
Everybody likes to be your friend on Sunday
Everybody only prays for you on Sunday
Everybody likes to give you love on Sunday
Well I've been hiding from the sun and the sights since Friday
The paper's talking about what occurred on the highway
No no no, just turn away, tell the lord I wasn't even there that day
But I don't feel like breaking a commandment on Sunday
The city's shaking
The stores are baking
People awaken
And dawn is breaking
Two men are fighting
One girl is crying
All three of them died
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Well I've been hiding from the sun and the sights since Friday
The paper's talking about what occurred on the highway
No no no, just turn away, tell the lord I wasn't even there that day
But I don't feel like breaking a commandment on Sunday
Together in the Urn
Sweet Emily, beautiful queen
Seared in my self-esteem, your skin in my dreams
Your name is written all over my walls, with candles and wine
Sweet Emily, you must be mine
My wife became so troublesome, she tried to take you from me
And now she's gone with Jesus Christ, but you're all I need
I kept your scent wherever I could, even the strands of your hair
Arrive at my door, shed your cloth
So pure, so bare
Why don't you remember my name? My queen, my heart, my soul
Does my love mean nothing to you, and all my heart beholds?
Give yourself unto me, in Jesus' name
Let your blood wash over me, In Jesus' name
Amen
How sweet your taste, gentle your smell, and warm your tears
But why do you weep, sweet Emily? I swear there's nothing to fear
I will never let you go. Here and together, we'll burn
They'll find us charred, together in bed, together in the urn
Why don't you surrender to me? My queen, my heart, my soul
Does my love mean nothing to you, and all my heart beholds?
Give yourself unto me, in Jesus' name
Let your blood wash over me, in Jesus's name
Amen
The Light Will Shine On You
She's got a pitch-black heart filled with cancer and avarice
The taste of blood and many poor souls on her putrid lips
With a delusional duty to the act of morphing hearts into crucibles
It's irrefutable, a bit unusual, but our destruction is mutual
She walks proudly like your father and smiles in a way that reminds you of your mother
Her incandescent eyes of mystique and her hair hang above ya
Now you love her
Her gravity exclusively attracts agony and avidly, you followed her to hell
Oh my god, please don't ring, don't ring the funeral bells
Well god damn you, and be born anew
Some day, the light will shine on you
And no shadow, no darkness, will remain to shield the heartless
Some day, the light will shine on you
Her modus of locomotive motion is to feign formlessness like she's a lotus
You're under hypnosis, her misdiagnosis, your lips are stained by cyanosis
And free will is blasphemy, punishment is apathy, a fool like you could never die happily
You know it's insanity, in reality, your love story's nothing but a tragedy
Well god damn you, and be born anew
Some day, the light will shine on you
And no shadow, no darkness, will remain to shield the heartless
Some day, the light will shine on you
(Slow Solo)
(Double-time solo)
Kills like Whitman, fools like Gacy
I thought you knew the light would shine on you
Lies like Judas, words are useless
I thought you knew the light would shine on you
You don't love her, you don't need her, but when you cut yourself, you bleed her
Cursing in tears "If I was just a little cleaner, just a little keener"
But you fell to your knees and you sang in tongue, singing 'Holy Holy, look at what the Lord has done!"
Well god damn you, and be born anew
Some day, the light will shine on you
And no shadow, no darkness, will remain to shield the heartless
Some day, the light will shine on you