Category: Comix

Brother, do not tarry – come away
This house curséd is for those who stay
Things are not what they appear to be
Read the Sunday Comics and you will see

Blücher.

Behold the sparkle of champagne
The crime rate’s gone, feel free again
Oh, life’s a breeze with you, Miss Lilywhite
Jane Fonda on the screen today
Convinced the liberals it’s okay
So let’s get dressed and read Sunday Comics tonight

Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these Sunday Comics and learn to fly.
All your life,
You were only waiting for the moment to arise.

When I look up to the sky
The Sunday Comics, a funny kind of yellow
I wake in the morning, tired still yawning
See the Comic underneath my pillow.

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
And the Sunday Comics are golden as they should be.

sometimes it seems it might be an adventure
to fall off the turnip truck again
to relive the Sunday Comics
when we were children and got our way
not because we were better but because we were afraid

Her brain’s been trained by a twenty-four inch remote
Sunday Comics a solution for all of our children
But her children don’t mean as much as the show, I mean
Watch her worship the screen and fiend

Haja o que houver
eu estou aqui
Haja o que houver
espero por ti
Volta no vento
Ó meu amor
volta con Sunday Comics
por favor

Electric lights
Blow my mind
I feel alright
Never stop, it’s how we ride
Sunday Comics until we die