Sunday Morning

Sunday morning

Sunday morning

It's just a restless feeling in my side

Sunday morning

Sunday morning

It's just the wasted years so close behind

Watch out the world's behind you

Watch out someone around you who will fall

For nothing at all

Sunday morning

I am falling

I've got a feeling I don't want to go down

Sunday morning

Sunday morning

It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago

Watch out the world's behind you

Watch out someones around you who will fall

For nothing at all

Watch out the worlds behind you

Watch out someones around you

Who will fall,for nothing at all

Sunday morning

Sunday morning

Sunday morning

Sunday morning

Not another Sunday morning

Every day is just like a Sunday morning

Everyday waiting for a happy Monday morning

Lets go for a walk

From my Chelsea hotel

Down the sidewalks to Greenwich Village

Pass CBGBs, Max Kansas City

Lets go meet Sam Shepherd

And Robert Mapplethorpe

A knife a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way to sell New York

A knife a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way to sell New York

A mouth a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way to sell New York

A knife a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way

That's the way, that's the way to the Village

I am waiting for my man

Waiting for my man

Black leather angel

But he down work weekends, he don't work

Do do do do do do you have anything for me

Do do do do do do you know where I can score

Do you know where I can find a doctor at this, this late hour

Where I can score some sweet Jane

Some sweet Jane you're my Heroin

You're my sweet angel Heroin

My sweet black angel of Heroin

Ive got pale blue eyes and pale blue skin