SUNDAY from POPPER BURNS by Popper Burns

ON A SUNDAY, NOT LIKE EVERYDAY,
NOT LIKE WEDNESDAY, THE DAY YOU SPIT IN MY FACE,
ON A SUNDAY THE LIQUOR STORES CLOSED ALL DAY,
SO I DRINK BEER AND STAY BEHIND CLOSED DOORS,
YOU THINK YOU'RE EVERYTHING, BUT YOU'RE DISGUSTING,
AND NOTHING AT ALL!

ME I'M, MY BEST FRIEND IS ME,
AND PRETTY GOOD LOOKING,
IF YOU ASK ME MY OPINION,

ON A MONDAY, IT WAS A TOUGH DAY,
I TRIED TO PULL MY STRINGS BACK TOGETHER AT THE SEAMS,
BUT THE SEAMS BURSTING WITH EVERYTHING I GOT, I TAKE,
I PUT IT INSIDE, I DRINK WITH MY EYES MY EARS AND OTHER HOLES.

ON A SUNDAY, ITS NOT A HOLY DAY,
IT'S NOT A HOLIDAY, ITS A PLAIN OLD FUCKED DAY.

• Punk
• goth
• music
• queer
• queercore
• Austin