Attica! Attica! - Sunday Blues lyrics

Sunday falls down easy Sunday falls down easy Fall asleep in church, Dad wakes me up, I fall asleep again Then we swing on by the Bagelsmith, one salt and one garlic Read the paper even though there's only two good comic strips And that's about the time my day becomes a mess Don't bother with TV The networks never show the Broncos, it's regional coverage They do it to spite me Why go out to the street? I hate the neighbors How am I supposed to act like Elway if they won't let me play QB? Believe it Sunday falls down easy Sunday falls down easy Open up the fridge, I close it, then I open it again I get out my science book and wonder where the weekend went Then I'm staring out the window as I offer this lament If it's my day off, why am I so depressed? The Friday morning glee, the Sunday blues It's all about anticipation, there' no “in the moment” for me I gotta break this streak I can't hang with the 9-5ers and drive-time DJs sayin', “TGIF, buddy” Believe it Sunday falls down easy Sunday falls down easy