Obliterate the Sunday you've been cherishing all week
Obliterate the Sunday, he's a pleasure you can keep
I thought you'd let me speak today
But Esperanto's out of date
It's just another Sunday
Now Top of the Pops is dead

And if the morning gets you down
And then the evening lets you down
Obliterate the Sundays, fair play.

Obliterate the Sunday
Just keep your phone awake
Supposing wrong intentions won't make it easier to wake.

season of illusions
pocket full of doubts
night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds

Obliterate the Sunday
The glass is out of reach
The heat was low, relief, you'll find a palm tree in your sleep.

Your hiding for months
Dodging the seas
You spent the day scheming
And your a houdini
Train has pulled out
Light has pulled in
chance of escape [bad word] right up the street.

Obliterate the Sunday
You've been cherishing all week
Obliterate the Sunday
He's a pleasure you can keep

Season of illusions
Pocket full of doubts
Night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds

And if the morning gets you down
And then the evening lets you down
Obliterate the Sunday, fair play.

Your hiding for months
Dodging the seas
You spent the day scheming
And your a houdini
Train has pulled out
Light has pulled in
chance of escape [bad word] right up the street