Rainy day blues on a Sunday 

Finding a means to my end

These are the blues that I feel on Monday

When I find myself drunk again



Give me salvation on Sunday

Fill my heart with corporate death

When the Devil speaks I will bite my tongue

When God talks I'll hold my breath



But you just can't escape what's been told you

No, the second coming hasn't happened yet

No, the ways of the world don't reassure you

I really cannot see a better bet