Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning

The Bolshoi

I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday morning
I don't want to do it anymore

Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday morning
I don't want to do it anymore

One day a week we turn the cheek [Repeat x2]
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
I don't care, it's not right there

Get up early, do your hair
Sunday best on Sunday morning
I don't want to see it anymore

Tea and toast in the social hall
We had it all on Sunday morning
I don't want to see it anymore

We come in fear , to worship here (x2)
(CHORUS)
It's wrong to feel, It's wrong to care
You must not steal, you must not swear

(CHORUS)
I don't want to do it anymore
I don't want to see it anymore

Written by TERRY, TODD N.
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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