Songtexte:
Everyday Sunday Hanging On

photograph Hanging on my wall Of a place I've never been to... I'll never make the grade (Feels like Sunday everyday) And I can't stop the rain (Feels like Sunday everyday

better way Don't sweat the small stuff Keep your chin up Just hang tough And if it gets too rough Fall on your knees and pray And do that everyday Then

time, get your ass up for the doctor Come on now, here we go Cliff hanger, it's another club banger Got you hangin' on the edge of your seat Get on down

he was seeing and had seen it all He walks around with a smooth gaze Never on time, never late Never on line, never waits Always something on his mind

sometimes And he has to wonder why Chorus: He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do Should he hang on to the old Should he grab on to the new

better way Don't sweat the small stuff Keep your chin up Just hang tough And if it gets too rough Fall on your knees and pray And do that everyday Then

a photograph Hanging on my wall Of a place I've never been to... I'll never make the grade (Feels like Sunday everyday) And I can't stop the rain (Feels like Sunday everyday

about police, we Park Hillians with gold geese And everyday's a Sunday Easter Cousins in Gaza, the new improved Shottas Stretched out, mink on the floor