Sunday Dust

Do you really like to see her?
I can barely understand...
I had 18 stolen cell-phones
And I don't wanna make amends

I see a dozen of those flys
A strange toilet delight
And as go inside the hall
you see the red fog in your eyes...

I see a mutant coming right to me
I see a breasty bear serving wine
And as you go and climb the stairs
You see the red fog in your eyes

Don't wanna feel like Sunday dust...
Don't wanna give it away...

Don't wanna feel like Sunday dust...
Don't wanna give it away...

You still really wanna see them?
Wanna see this mutant guy?
In the back-seat the fear go away
Just pay the price and get inside

You wanna laydown on the ground?
Or do you wanna go away?
Just keep looking into the red wall
Because your body wanna stay

Don't wanna feel like Sunday dust...
Don't wanna give it away...

Don't wanna feel like Sunday dust...
Don't wanna give it away...

You see the red fog

Don't wanna feel like Sunday dust...
Don't wanna give it away...

Don't wanna feel like Sunday dust...
Don't wanna give it away...

You see the red fog

Don't wanna feel like Sunday dust...
Don't wanna give it away...

In your eyes

Don't wanna feel like Sunday dust...
Don't wanna give it away...

All because your dears wanna sleep away...

Still looking

All because your dears wanna sleep away...

In your eyes

All because your dears wanna sleep away...

I feel like dust

All because your dears wanna sleep away...

She's going back to nowhere

She's doing fine

She drops me out of...

She's doing fine

She never...

She runs away

She's going back to nowhere

She's doing fine



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Amaral De Oliveira Faria, Murilo Amaral De Oliveira Faria (mura)
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