Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Month Of Sundays, artist - Sick Of It All. Date of issue: 28.06.2012
Song language: English
A Month Of Sundays |
| Two o’clock on a Sunday afternoon |
| Hop on the 7 train, we know just what to do |
| Switch at Jackson Heights for the F downtown |
| When we hit the Bowery, we’re ready to explode |
| Time — never seemed to cross our minds |
| Never thought that this would end |
| Change — after all was said and done |
| We would never be the same |
| Rain or shine, didn’t mean a thing |
| Came for the friendly faces and to blow off steam |
| Big Charlie, Tommy Rat, Brendan’s on the door |
| Hanging with Johnny Stiff, watching Murphy’s Law |
| Time — like a thief in the night |
| Blink your eyes and it’s gone |
| Change — after all was said and done |
| We would never change a thing |
| When life got rough |
| We couldn’t get enough |
| It’s where we grew up |
| Down at the matinee |
| We made friends for life |
| Yeah, there were fights |
| But we turned out alright |
| Down at the matinee |
| Now CB’s is closed, the building has been sold |
| They took away the heart but couldn’t kill the soul |
| NEW YORK HARDCORE — lives inside of me |
| NEW YORK HARDCORE — the flag so proudly raised |
| WORLDWIDE HARDCORE — that’s our family |
| I’M SO THANKFUL — for those times at the matinee |