I Can’t stand the light of day Can’t stand to hear people say “Oh what nice boys you are! Going to church every Sunday”
I don’t like being at school I think the teacher’s a fool Trying to teach me the rules Bring me to church every Sunday.
(vocalizing)
My house gives me the creeps Granny snores when she sleeps Dad gets drunk for the weeks. Sends me to church every Sunday.
Discotheques make me feel sad Movies with girls aren’t so bad Maybe the best I’ve ever had After the church every Sunday
Chorus: I can’t wait to become a man Then I’ll choose where to go every Sunday No one else seems to understand I can’t even defend myself, so sad (adlib)