Haven't got a lot to learn And my eyes they stray again Looking for a satellite In the rays of heaven again There's no other ending Sunday sun Yesterdays
Yes I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away How long, how long must we sing this song? How long? How long? 'Cause
For those who've slept For those who've kept Themselves jacked up How Jesus wept, Sunday, Sunday For those in need For those who speed For those who
I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head And who'd have ever thought
We get sick when we get started What you got is what you wanted I sleep in a lake of navy I know how many times you played my song Thirty one, thirty
One little, two little, three little putos Tried to jack me they got the boot, oh Taking no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the nigga showed me no
This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Comin' atcha in '93! Through the
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Crusing through the neighborhood Some say
Livin' on fat pockets on flat wit tha gat Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my back And they'll smoke ya ass if you wanna
Well, I woke up, Sunday morning With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert
It's so painful to see with brand new eyes When all that is known reveals it's lies And the guard at the door is some prophet with frozen tears Always
Wipe the tears away, wipe the tears away Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes and make
(konishi) Translators: andrei cunha Boku no Nanimo kamo ga Iya ni natta Nichiyo no gogo Niji-han sugi Hidoku jikan wo Kakete Bathroom de Hige wo sotteta
I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes And make it go away How long... How long must we sing this song? How long? How long... 'cause
Well, it was Sunday Bloody Sunday Oh, when they shot the people there The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air Is there any one amongst
I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes And make it go away How long How long must we sing this song How long, how long 'Cause tonight
Trudging slowly over wet sand, back to the bench Where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town that they forgot to close down Armageddon, come
There is no hole in which to hide There is no plane to catch No hope, tell them that's warm enough No rent to a room that's quiet A friend, I've known