Six long days a week they wander around not knowing what to do
They're just waiting for the only day to come by
Then comes Sunday
The best day of the weak
You feel alive
Just for a day
Do what ever you want to do it doesn't really matter
You know the seventh day is coming soon
Yes it's Sunday
The best day of the weak
Everything's forgiven
Until next week
All through the history
It's been a world wide mystery
Why do people have this need
To believe in something
All through the history
It's been a world wide mystery
Why do people fight for something
That isn't even out there
Some of them don't even care
About the rules they so blindly follow
But come the big day and they are the ones in the front line
Then comes Sunday
The best day of the weak
Just give them your money
And you'll feel clean
All through the history
It's been a world wide mystery
Why do people have this need
To believe in something
All through the history
It's been a world wide mystery
Why do people fight for something
That isn't even out there
They're living inside the four walls
Outside is the free world
Freedom is a sin you might as well forget it
Until Sunday
The best day of the weak
Feel free to go
But you must
All through the history
It's been a world wide mystery
Why do people have this need
To believe in something
All through the history
It's been a world wide mystery
Why do people fight for something
That isn't even out there
All through the history
It's been a world wide mystery
Why do people have this need
To believe in something
All through the history
It's been a world wide mystery
Why do people fight for something that isn't even out there