Letras:The Scenic. Sunday Morning.

Good morning. It's always the same losing this game, my sanity is walking out the door. I'm sinking right into the floor, can't take anymore. I'm not the mat you're stepping on anymore. Sunday morning- don't want to face the world today. Drunk and swerving, late for work and under paid. Sunday morning- I just want to be left alone. We're all alone. New sensation, a corporate imitation, a paycheck isn't worth your 9 to 5. We?ve got to let the man know, we got our lives in control. We have to tear it up, burn it up. Enjoy the show. I'd sell my soul, we'll be alright, I'd sell my soul, we're doing fine, to live like David Grohl