Dark Sunday

You're like poison
You smile at me
Talk of love
'He' will forgive you
If I confess

Your dark Sunday
You lied to me
And so I
Replaced God
With a picture of my car

I don't like this
I don't like this

I'm on the E kick
So heaven's in my head
I'm in Outland
Shame on me

I want pictures
People come, people go
D'you think God
Will forgive me soon?

You won't like this
You won't like this

Rip it up
Rip it in to pieces
Rip it up
Rip it up good

Touch me, touch me

He won't like this
He won't like this

'He' won't touch me
I can't dance and I can't sing
I'm not stone shape
But time runs out

I don't like this
All I see is cold and hard
All I can do now is break 'The Word'

I don't like this
I don't like this

'He' will love me
Well thank you
For nothing
I need that
Like I need a disease

So pray for me
I don't mind
I don't care
I've found love
It's an American machine

I don't like this
I don't like this