The Boxmasters Boys and Girls...And the world




My creepin' sundays

(Lyrics need to be controlled)

There's no one on the street tonight
The wedding for the morning light of monday
There're full of peace and limonade
For most they said they've got it made on sundays
I keep my eyes upon a clock
Body, mind and soul ain't hoc
Two shadow eyes in air on in a line
Around the block

My creepin' sundays
Get keep in sundays
Block wipe in sundays
My creepin' sundays

To start another week for me
Mades pick in thru the drapery in monday
So I just sit all day and joke
On busy *** and smoke on sundays
Drilling all tomorrow calls
The ringing echo in a halls
Fears I track to knock outside the door
Come through the wall

My creepin' sundays
Get keep in sundays
Block wipe in sundays
My creepin' sundays

Whysky soda and paranoid
I wish somehow I could avoid the mondays
It does no good to read that soul
I even fell the peace and calm of sundays
I check and swear that I'm staying guard
Guard vision smart around my yards
Surrendering was takes some honesty
The truth been scare

My creepin' sundays
Get keep in sundays
Block wipe in sundays
My creepin' sundays

My creepin' sundays
Get keep in sundays
Block wipe in sundays
My creepin' sundays