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Songtexte: Friday Night Boys (The). Off The Deep End. Suicide Sunday.


I woke up sweating to a sinking sun
The front door's open and the TV's on
And I still can't remember.
So tell me where we were and what we did last night.
Were there really fireworks up in the sky?
Does it even matter?

Another suicide sunday
Another way to go no where, no where
Another day to do nothing
I'm your millennial nightmare.
Another suicide sunday
Another reason we don't care, don't care
You know we're doing it our way
Another suicide sunday.

How many days in a row can I wear these clothes?
I hear the phone ringing, think I'll let it go
I don't wanna face it.
I wish I had a girl to keep me occupied
Cause I don't even have the energy to go outside
Might as well just make it.

Another suicide sunday
Another way to go no where, no where
Another day to do nothing
I'm your millennial nightmare.
Another suicide sunday
Another reason we don't care, don't care
You know we're doing it our way
Another suicide sunday.

Don't mean to be so condescending
To the depths that I'm descending
I'm not asking you for anything, for anything at all, all, all

Another suicide sunday
Another way to go no where, no where
Another day to do nothing
I'm your millennial nightmare.
Another suicide sunday
Another reason we don't care, don't care
You know we're doing it our way
Another suicide sunday.
Another suicide sunday
Another way to go no where, no where
Another day to do nothing
I'm your millennial nightmare.
Another suicide sunday
Another reason we don't care, don't care
You know we're doing it our way
Another suicide sunday.


(Thanks to Melissa for these lyrics)