Sunday Songtext
von On a Hiding to Nothing

Cheer up you mopey fuck, I know you′ve got your problems, but no need to think of them today. So no dwelling on relationships you let come undone, how you had life figured out, then fucked it all away and how you're probably gonna wind up alone, poor, sad, old and grey, cos look! The sun′s out so now all of that's ok for today.
Cos it's sunny, so forget about how old you′re getting, and don′t think about how little you've achieved, or the crushing weight of time relentlessly dragging you further from who and where and what you hoped you′d be, and don't think about the soulless career that consumes your days to fund the mortgage you′ll never hope to repay, or the wasted chances and poor life choices your mind loves to replay. Surely a bit of blue sky makes that go away?
You're not sleeping, your roof is leaking, your geriatric spine is creaking, your body, home and life in disarray, the insufficient funds in your account and that suspicious lump you found, doesn′t a burning ball of gas make it ok, for now anyway?