Sunday Morning (Edit)

Sunday Morning (Edit) - The Bolshoi

Composer：Paul Clark/Jan Kalicki/Nick Chown/Trevor Tanner

I remember when I was young

Feeling sick on Sunday morning

I don't want to do it anymore

Standing in a line with a dirty mind

Clean it up on Sunday morning

I don't want to do it anymore

One day a week we turn the cheek

One day a week we turn the cheek

Oh how we'd kneel down

Oh we were so quiet

Never any light there

I don't care

It's not right there

Get up early do your hair

Sunday best on Sunday morning

Well I don't want to see it anymore

Tea and toast in the social hall

We had it all on Sunday morning

I don't want to see it anymore

We come in fear

To worship here

We come in fear

To worship here

Oh how we'd kneel down

Oh we were so quiet

Never any light there

I don't care

It's not right there

It's wrong to feel

It's wrong to care

You must not steal

You must not swear

Oh how we'd kneel down

Oh we were so quiet

Never any light there

I don't care it's not right there

I don't want to do it anymore

I don't want to see it anymore

Sunday morning

Sunday morning