Sundays come i don't know what i've done
My friends all hate me and i know why
Cause i'm a mongrel
A grubber
A f**in' piss head
But you're an a**hole
A dunce hat
A dead sh** drop kick
Sunday, i feel so f**in' scummy c*nt
Old mate, let's get some f**in' beer and that
Ciggies, and 3/4 pants
Because my mum still dresses me
And i'm turning 33
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On sunday, my head is swollen eyes are black
I'm coughing up my lungs i start to hack
This binge has gone too long to ever turn out well for you
My bowels are leaking poo and wee
And all signs point to misery cause
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Sunday, it feels like i've been torn apart
Old mate, can I get some mercy man
Ciggies, i need a few packs at least
Because my mum she dresses me
My middle name is misery
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Sunday, there's yack all in the sink again
Old mate, can ya pa** the buey man
Right now, i could pack it to the sky
Cause i need some therapy
And then my mum who dresses me
I wake up, sh** eating grin is plastered on my face
Not long 'til it's gone though cause we trashed the f**ing place
Say good morning to old girl, she tells me to eat sh**
I dont know just why she hates me, but
These pants mum bought are sik
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A dead set grubby c*nt