For those who slept, for those who kept
themselves jacked up, how jesus wept
Sunday, Sunday
For those in need
For those who speed
For those who try to slow their minds with weed
Sunday, Sunday
For those who wake
With a blind headache
Who must be still
Who will sit and wait
For sunday, to be monday
Chorus:
yeah, it will be ok, do nothing today
give yourself a break,
let your imagination run away
For those with guilt
For those who wilt
Under pressure
No tears over spilt milk
Sunday, Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
Chorus:
Yeah, it will be okay
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away
Yeah, it will be okay
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away