Sunday lyrics

Why is it always someone else's hand you are holding Why is it always someone else's lips you are holding When you come my door will always be open When you sleep I will always be hoping Can you drive around my house Don't you think that Sunday is alright Bring along your staplegun And we write poems all through the night Why is it always some say the world will end in fire Why is it always you keep running away from desire When you come my door will always be open When you sleep I will always be hoping Can you drive around my house Don't you think that Sunday is alright Bring along your staplegun And we write poems all through the night My mother said that I never should play with the gipsies in the wood If I did she would say Naughty girl to disobey, disobey, disobey Naughty girl to disobey Can you drive around my house Don't you think that sunday is alright Bring along your staplegun And we write poems all through the night