allow me an interpretation that perchance "you, too," can appreciate: yeah ...
i can’t believe that it's today oh, i can’t close my eyes and make it go away how long... how long must i sing this song? how long? how long...
’cause tonight...we can dream as one tonight...
manic mondays threaten my sanity tuesdays are a drag, my worst day of the week wednesdays aren't that fun at all thursdays look better better when happy hour calls
sunday, bloody sunday sunday, bloody sunday sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday...) (alright lets go!)
and the battle’s just begun workin' for my weekends just to have a little fun weekend's over 'fore it starts all signs of this day of rest get up and blown apart
sunday, bloody sunday sunday, bloody sunday
how long... how long must i sing this song? how long? how long...
’cause tonight...we can dream as one tonight... tonight...
sunday, bloody sunday (tonight) tonight sunday, bloody sunday (tonight) (come get some!)
punch the clock; time flies... fun. it flies away... work is here to stay... i wish for one more day... (sunday, bloody sunday) i wish to rest another day... (sunday, bloody sunday)
sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday) sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday) (here i come!)
and it’s true we are immune to the habits of work, the rhythm of the week. and tonight i'd like to try to sleep, shrug it off - makes me wanna cry
the "real world's" just begun (sunday, bloody sunday) to ruin all my sense of fun (sunday, bloody sunday) oh...
sunday, bloody sunday sunday, bloody sunday...