Letras:
Burnt Sunday

: Put it on a back burner momma I ain't gonna let you down Put it on a back burner momma Promise you I'll stick around Everybody up and sliding Bump

a love man for nike An ah love man for fila Dat's not the ways of Anciento war gorilla Me rather den to save all my sasaparilla On a lonesome breezy Sunday

: Rockie burned up the movie screen and I was turnin seventeen Tie-dyed shirts and Levis jean, lookin cool at the Dairy Queen Tryin to impress a young

Shackled by my sentence Expecting no return Here there is no penance My skin begins to burn (And I said oh) So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns

an end And nothing has changed And everything has changed (first voice) In your fear Of what we have become Take to the fire Now we must burn All

husband on the way The folks down the street have a different thing So everyone is putting them down Do you believe this town? Deacon Jones preaches brotherly love every Sunday

pain Watching you burn (put on my best Sunday dress) - ay-ah Watching you burn - ay-ah Watching you burn (put on my best Sunday dress) - ay-ah Watching you burn

soda pop well... We used to laugh a lot But only because we thought That everything good always would remain Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain Sunday

time I saw Alice, she was leaving Santa Fe with a bunch of round-eyed Buddhists in a killer Chevrolet. Said they turned her out of Texas, yeah, she burned