Sad Sunday Evenin' Blues (Previously Unreleased) Songtext
von Butterfingers

I′m lacking self-esteem
Thought you were sowing the seeds
A banker flew over me
Too bad I didn't look up
And I say, "Yeah"
Yeah

Sad Sunday evening
Boy, I cry healing my sins
I′ve had enough of fake and funny faces
And now it's your turn to receive me, yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah


And while my pillow sleeps
You oughta move out your shine
Life's so impatient, too much trips
As long as music we′ll be free, singing

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Make money, make money
Show off your fashionables
It wasn′t our fault to be born as a gift
There's only one God, well, I believe in

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, let′s finish it right here