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But Esperanto's out of date 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