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art bergmann - killing sunday كلمات الأغنية

now who takes our dead
we give them up
to priests and lawyers

instead of shrunken heads
you get a bill
for dying

come collect our dead
take our money
while we’re crying

and what were you thinking of
when sleep took you home

i wish to never wake
dream the glitter of the sun
behind your eyes

i guess you kindly folx
can go safely down the road
tales made in your empty heads
sure makes for hungry souls
so you pickеd the carcass clean
and the souvеnirs all sold
it’s one too many sundays
my blood runs cold
so darkness stained the family name
it followed on like jesus’ name
stories ’bout our women as witches wh0res and men!
our home wasn’t the best, certainly wasn’t the worst
if you come back now angel
we’ll make the first godless home to outlast this curse

k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday

when she died, the family brayed
not one true word was said
so we made a collective incision
slashed some christian throats instead
and “sundays are no more”
became our monday morning cheer
the cult was dead, food was shared
and women were not scared

k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday
i guess you folx can go safely down the road
you can add how little you knew before
to what you don’t know now

though i am impressed by your great ignorance
… your feigned innocence
when they have you cloistered
like an imprisoned sow
you won’t even question
why or how

k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday
k!lling sunday

- art bergmann

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