it s sunday and the world does itself for all of its faults and it s explosions of wealth you you stand naked in front of your true love s words she tells you she s not seen worse and the eyes of the world will still burn and then turn away on sunday this strange world yeah you wear it like a crown it s beautiful and senseless but it s tragedy you ve found when when you look into her eyes you can tell she s just as ugly as reflections you despise the eyes of the world will still burn and then turn away on sunday