On a Sunday they will kill the world And on Monday they will cry and shout Then on Tuesday they will just try out What will happen to the burning crowd
And you hearing this song You will smile, and think that I m wrong I m a friend you killed in your mind I m four kids and you didn t find
On a Sunday they will kill the world
On a Sunday they will kill the world
And you will think of me But I m gone and then I ll see In the sky for me sits one, too What they did, some people like you