It's a gruesome Sunday morning and another heavy day I'm looking in the mirror and my whites are turning red It's another freaky Sunday thanks to yesterday There's something sticky on the floor and my kitchen's in a mess There's a body in the bathroom which I can't identify But I really like to know who is that wasted guy? I'm checking my apartment it's not a pretty sight My dog is in a coma it must have been some night Here comes another freaky day And I'm feeling kinda strange I guess I should have stayed in bed This morning the devil called me on the phone I pretended to be someone else and said? Sorry he's not home? He said? uh huh! I'll call again? and then he said? goodbye? I wonder what he had to say I just can't figure it out Here comes... It's a beautiful Sunday morning but I'm too drained to smile Getting up too early really gets me down My soul is somewhere else oh, this is worse than Mondays How can it be so cold in the middle of the summer? Here comes...