City Boy Bloody Sunday Lyrics

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 passing 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