O Sunday!
Screw you and your yawning parks
Up yours and your quiet walks
O Sunday!
Fuck you and your lack of structure
It's enough to put a freak like me under
The more hopeful and healthy the weather
The sadder, the sadder I get.

She said:
It's enough, it's enough to be alive
I replied: I could make it just fine
If I didn't feel so...

Please understand!
Being down don't give me no pleasure
I'd rather be rollerblading
Or Chinese New Year parading
Anything but debating

What she said:
There are many new pharmaceuticals
For people like me

O Sunday!
You're like a girl I could never get
You mock me in joy and gladness