I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday morningI don't wanna do it anymore
Standing in line with a dirty mindClean it up on Sunday morningI don't wanna do it anymore
One day a week, we turn the cheekOne day a week, we turn the cheek
Oh, how we kneeled downOh, we were so quietNever any light thereI don't care, it's not right there
Get up early, do your hairSunday best on Sunday morningWell I don't wanna see it anymore
Tea and toast in the social hallWe had it all on Sunday morningI don't wanna see it anymore
We come in fear, to worship hereWe come in fear, to worship here
Oh, how we kneeled downOh, we were so quietNever any light thereI don't care, it's not right there
It's wrong to feel, it's wrong to careYou must not steal, you must not swear
Oh, how we kneeled downOh, we were so quietNever any light thereI don't care, it's not right there
I don't wanna do it anymoreI don't wanna see it anymoreSunday morningSunday morningSunday morningSunday morningSunday morning
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