Sunday Evening

What if I told you that everything you know Isn't even really true? I don't think that you think much, do ya? You don't think that I notice, do ya? And if I told you that nothing matters in the end I'm not sure if you care much, do ya? I don't guess that you scare much, do ya? I'm so tired of those fears I have, dear I'm so tired of those fears we have, dear I can do what you can Even if my beliefs are broken Even if my pockets broke too I can do anything that you can do One day, some Sunday, you'll realize you taste death And just one day away from you Then I think that you'd care more, won't ya? I'm pretty sure that you'll pay more, won't ya? Well, who would you ask if you had to find the truth? I don't know that you know much, do ya? Not that anyone does, now do they? I'm so tired of your fears you have, dear I am tired of those fears we have, dear We're on fire 'cause those fears they have, dear I can do what you can Even if my beliefs are broken Even if my pockets broke too I can do anything that you can do Looking into the future I got a wild thought in my head It turns me up like a flying machine Turn me off like a worship machine Show someone else your loin Watch their head hit the floor Pray to, pray what for Watch all heads hit the floor Keys, all gold and more Love us, not what for All the way past Sunday evening All the way to Monday's door