Sunday League

Wake up to the haze of a weekend gone Is it Sunday already, are you having me on? Tear from her eyelid streams But he doesn't even wanna know what that means He wears his hangover over like a trophy His mom's shouting up when he's rough as fuck "I won't do it again", is that what he says? Wait 'til the weekend, he'll be back in a haze Cheap pints and Sunday morning football Going out even though we have fucked up Things don't change, 'round our way Nuts on the bar, but the bandit don't pay With cheap pints and Sunday morning football We'll be okay Last night's lines still play in his head Chat shit 'til he ends up dead Monday morning, he'll be feeling the blues Friday night, he's back on the booze He wears his hangover over like a trophy His mom's shouting up when he's rough as fuck "I won't do it again", is that what he says? Wait 'til the weekend, he'll be back in a haze with Cheap pints and Sunday morning football Going out even though we have fucked up Things don't change, 'round our way Nuts on the bar, but the bandit don't pay Cheap pints and Sunday morning football We'll be okay Cheap pints and Sunday morning football Going out even though we have fucked up Things don't change, 'round our way Nuts on the bar, but the bandit don't pay With cheap pints and Sunday morning football We'll be okay