Sunday afternoon I've got nothing to do I don't wanna make it right Into my favorite shoes Because in this world There are many things I wanna start from scratch The drummer plays the song all night He never gets it right Turn the lights down low Hide under the bed And lock all the doors Because in this world There are many things I wanna leave as they are The drummer plays the song all night He never gets it right The drummer plays the song all night And he fucks up The drummer plays the song all night He never gets it right The drummer plays the song all night And he fucks up your life
