Easter Sunday کے بول

I'm sick and tired, hearing the choir singing Sunday morning Travelling home, it wasn't far Easter Sunday and you told me my brothers were gone And the comfort is you tell me that the reason was love What a sacrifice I'm sick and tired, hearing the choir singing Sunday morning Suffering's some badge of honour Easter Sunday and you told me they're not coming home And the comfort is you tell me that the reason was love What a sacrifice, oh Lord What a sacrifice, oh Lord All that sacrifice Sick and tired, hearing the choir singing Sunday morning Innocent lives ripped apart Easter Sunday and you told me the doctors would come But they couldn't and you tell me that the reason was love What a sacrifice, oh Lord What a sacrifice oh Lord All that sacrifice I just need your mercy Allow me to worship I'm at your service Put me to work I just need your mercy Show me your mercy Allow me to worship I'm getting sick and tired, hearing the choir singing Sunday morning Sick and tired, hearing the choir Sunday morning And you told me my brothers were gone And the comfort is you tell me that the reason was love What a sacrifice I'm sick and tired, hearing the choir singing Sunday morning Sick and tired hearing the choir What a sacrifice, oh Lord What a sacrifice, oh Lord