text: For those whove slept
  For those whove kept
  Themselves jacked up
  How Jesus wept
  Sunday, Sunday
  For those in need
  For those who speed
  For those who try to slow their minds with weed
  Sunday, Sunday
  For those who wake
  With a blind headache
  Who must be still
  Who will sit and wait
  For sunday, to be monday
  Yeah, it will be okay
  Do nothing today
  Give yourself a break
  Let your imagination run away
  For those with guilt
  For those who wilt
  Under pressure
  No tears over spilt milk
  Sunday, Sunday
  Sunday
  Sunday
  Sunday
  Yeah, it will be okay
  Do nothing today
  Give yourself a break
  Let your imagination run away
  Yeah, it will be okay
  Do nothing today
  Give yourself a break
  Let your imagination run away