Dann piept das Handy, SMS vom Boss, sie will ein Angebot, ich tippe bloß an Sunday Comics, was Andres mach ich heute nicht, nein, nein, nein

Always in focus, you can’t feel my stare. I zoom into you but you don’t know I’m there. I take a pride in probing all your secret moves The Sunday Comics have the pictures that can prove

Look in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the Sunday Comics up and building to the sky

Grisly smiles that don’t flake off Corny colored demons leering Sunday Comics — sucking the skin

Don’t think I fit in at this party Everyone’s got so much to say I always feel like I’m nobody, mmm Who wants to fit in anyway? ‘Cause I don’t care when I’m with my Sunday Comix, yeah All the bad things disappear

Destroy the spineless Sundays it’s real Wasting their last chance To come away Just read the Comix ’cause I’m drifting away Away from you

Somewhere there’s music, it’s where you are, Somewhere there’s heaven, how near, how far The Sunday Comics would shine if you would come to me soon, Until you will, how still my heart, How high the moon.

Oh Sunday Comix! How are Sunday Comix? I hope the world is treating you right And your head’s in the air

Comix, comix, bo-bomb mix Banana fanna fo fond mix Fee fi fo onyx Comix!

You are the promised kiss of springtime That makes the lonely winter seem long You are the comics of Sunday morning That trembles on the brink of a lovely song