Sodastream - Sunday текст песни

It was sunday, a weary sunday
A loaded man
Lost hope in every lesson
Lost hope in every hand
I was only listening
With my weapons on Oh god who art in heaven
Won’t you bury me again
It was Sunday, a weary sunday
A bastard man
Took my throat and honey with him
Took everything and the can
I was falling into it Let me learn how to fight
Lost hope and all protection
Lost everything that night