Tekst:
Sunday, Monday
We lie around but it's not easy
Someday, one day
We'll get Sky and move away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
Obscene machines that glide away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
And like the birds we'll fly from your Asda town
Never coming down, 'cos they're take, taking it away!
Sunday, Monday
We lie in bed, but it's not easy
Someday, one day
We'll cash the cheques and drive away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
Obscene machines that glide away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
And like the birds we'll fly from your Asda town
Never coming down, 'cos they're take, taking it away!
We lie around but it's not easy
Someday, one day
We'll get Sky and move away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
Obscene machines that glide away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
And like the birds we'll fly from your Asda town
Never coming down, 'cos they're take, taking it away!
Sunday, Monday
We lie in bed, but it's not easy
Someday, one day
We'll cash the cheques and drive away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
Obscene machines that glide away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
And like the birds we'll fly from your Asda town
Never coming down, 'cos they're take, taking it away!
