Sunday League

Wake up to the haze of a weekend gone
Is it Sunday already, are you having me on?
Tear from her eyelid streams
But he doesn't even wanna know what that means

He wears his hangover over like a trophy
His mom's shouting up when he's rough as fuck
"I won't do it again", is that what he says?
Wait 'til the weekend, he'll be back in a haze

Cheap pints and Sunday morning football
Going out even though we have fucked up
Things don't change, 'round our way
Nuts on the bar, but the bandit don't pay
With cheap pints and Sunday morning football
We'll be okay

Last night's lines still play in his head
Chat shit 'til he ends up dead
Monday morning, he'll be feeling the blues
Friday night, he's back on the booze

He wears his hangover over like a trophy
His mom's shouting up when he's rough as fuck
"I won't do it again", is that what he says?
Wait 'til the weekend, he'll be back in a haze with

Cheap pints and Sunday morning football
Going out even though we have fucked up
Things don't change, 'round our way
Nuts on the bar, but the bandit don't pay
Cheap pints and Sunday morning football
We'll be okay
Cheap pints and Sunday morning football
Going out even though we have fucked up
Things don't change, 'round our way
Nuts on the bar, but the bandit don't pay
With cheap pints and Sunday morning football
We'll be okay



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Writer(s): The Haze
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