Sunday - Iggy Pop

This house is as slick as a senator’s statement

This job is a masquerade of recreation

Like a wreck, I’m sinking fast

The key to everything, I crawl for Sunday

When I don’t have to move

Caught up in dreams untangled one day

Where I don’t have to prove

The days roll on and finally Sunday

A Sunday afternoon

I’ve got it all, but what’s it for?

But getting some more

Always ready, always steady now

Always ready, always steady now

This street is as cold as a corporate lawsuit

A pride, I won’t chides telling me to wipe my boot

I’m a wreck, what did you expect?

The key to everything, I crawl for Sunday

When I don’t have to move

Caught up in dreams untangled one day

Where I don’t have to prove

The days roll on and finally Sunday

A Sunday afternoon

I’ve got it all, and so what now?