City Boy - Bloody Sunday Lyrics
(Mason, Thomas)There's a gunsight between my eyesOh, the jungle's so full of surprisesLooking round for my friends to arriveMaybe they stayed at homeTo stay aliveIt's SundaySeems to be another bloody SundayWeather's lousySundaySeems to be another bloody SundayCan you tell me where the week-end goes'Cause it sure goes ... fast!There's a church that stay's open all daySaving souls as they're passing the plate aroundSo salute the American wayKeep your head down lowAnd don't make a soundThe hours are irregularWhen your up against the Popular FrontBut you'd rather be adventuringThan serving up in Burger KingYou cut the rug and wipe the floorWhen they get theirs then you get your kicksSo who cares what your fighting forYou sure look good in uniformKeep your eyes on the road up aheadSomeone's mine may be yoursPut barbed wire round the bedNow you've shoo-ed all the ghosties awayLittle man, you've had a busy day
