Listen
There is a full moon rising in the archipelago
And the woods are full of wolfs looking for you
You are washed up on an island where its always storming
This island is far away but its never out of reach
The fools have disembarked and now they are fighting on the beach
You wont be safe until its sunday morning
Sunday morning
The band is playing and the zombies are dancing
The girls are drinking and the boys are romancing
They are all too drunk to know who they are adoring
Nobody remembers all the drinks they have spilled
Nobody remembers who got killed
It will all come back to haunt them on sunday morning
Sunday morning
Youve been waiting here in vain
For a place on the love train
But you wont be scoring until you wake on sunday morning
Sunday morning
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