Dark Sunday Lyrics by Gary Numan

Dark Sunday Lyrics

    You're like poison
    You smile at me
    Talk of love.
    'he' will forgive me
    If i confess.

    Your dark sunday
    You lied to me
    And so i
    Replaced god
    With a picture of my car.

    I don't like this
    I don't like this.

    I'm on the e kick
    So heaven's in my head
    I'm in outland
    Shame on me.

    I want pictures
    People come, people go
    D'you think god
    Will forgive me soon?

    You won't like this
    You won't like this.

    Rip it up
    Rip it into pieces
    Rip it up
    Rip it for good.

    Touch me, touch me.

    He won't like this
    He won't like this

    'he' won't touch me
    I can't dance and i can't sing
    I'm not stone shape
    But time runs out.

    I don't like this
    All i see is cold and hard
    All i can do now
    Is break 'the word'

    I don't like this
    I don't like this.

    'he' will love me?
    Well thank him
    For nothing.
    I need that like
    I need a disease.

    So pray for me.
    I don't mind
    I don't care.
    I've found love
    It's an american machine.

    I don't like this
    I don't like this.

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