Reginaldo Lincoln - Perfect Sunday lyrics

[Verse] How I miss that perfect Sunday How I miss that golden day With our rifles in our hands With those feelings in our heads [Chorus] After every shot Didn't matter where it was We'd reborn After the last shot Everything would stop To make sense? [Verse] How I miss that perfect Sunday How I miss that golden day With our rifles in our hands With those feelings in our heads [Chorus] After every shot Didn't matter where it was We'd reborn After the last shot Everything would stop To make sense? [Outro] How I miss that perfect Sunday How I miss that perfect Sunday