Lyrics Sunday - Iggy Pop

Sunday

This house is as slick as a senator’s statement
This job is a masquerade of recreation
Like a wreck, I’m sinking fast
The key to everything, I crawl for Sunday
When I don’t have to move
Caught up in dreams untangled one day
Where I don’t have to prove
The days roll on and finally Sunday
A Sunday afternoon
I’ve got it all, but what’s it for?
But getting some more
Always ready, always steady now
Always ready, always steady now
This street is as cold as a corporate lawsuit
A pride, I won’t chides telling me to wipe my boot
I’m a wreck, what did you expect?
The key to everything, I crawl for Sunday
When I don’t have to move
Caught up in dreams untangled one day
Where I don’t have to prove
The days roll on and finally Sunday
A Sunday afternoon
I’ve got it all, and so what now?