Standing Sunday Morning Songtext
von Wreckless Eric

A shish kebab rubs shoulders with a Chinese takeaway
Bus pulls round the island swings around the other way
To where it was coming from


Destination changes as a crowd of passengers get on
A car horn sounds two streets away
The wind blows plastic bags and papers up the street

Standing Water shags its way through Saturday night
Sunday morming staggers in hungover and belligerent
Unsatisfied

A peel of bells seagulls wheeling
Creeping numbness there′s no feeling