City Boy - Bloody Sunday lyrics

Mason-Thomas There's a gunsight between my eyes Oh, the jungle's so full of surprises Looking round for my friends to arrive Maybe they stayed at home To stay alive It's Sunday Seems to be another bloody Sunday Weather's lousy Sunday Seems to be another bloody Sunday Can you tell me where the week-end goes 'Cause it sure goes ... fast! There's a church that stay's open all day Saving souls as they're pa**ing the plate around So salute the American way Keep your head down low And don't make a sound The hours are irregular When your up against the Popular Front But you'd rather be adventuring Than serving up in Burger King You cut the rug and wipe the floor When they get theirs then you get your kicks So who cares what your fighting for You sure look good in uniform Keep your eyes on the road up ahead Someone's mine may be yours Put barbed wire round the bed Now you've shoo-ed all the ghosties away Little man, you've had a busy day