¿Dónde esta la verdad? ¿dónde esta la mentira? ¡Para explotar el campo, tengo los Sunday Comics con dinamita!

We carry in our hearts the true country and that cannot be stolen! Read the Sunday Comics of our ancestry and that cannot be broken!

Tender is the ghost — the ghost I love the most. Hiding from the sun, waiting for the Comics to come

And when she lets me slip away she turns me on, the Sunday Comics gone. Nothing is wrong, I just slip away and I am gone.

You say you want to spend the winter in Firenza, you’re so afraid to catch a dose of influenza. You live your life like a canary in a coalmine, you read the Comics even walking in a straight line

I know some places and I’ve seen some faces; I got good connections aimed in my direction. When people say; “Sunday Comics, they don’t bother me,” I’m ready to make it, don’t care about the weather — don’t care about no trouble, got myself together.

I’m going back to Saturn where the rings all glow. rainbow, moonbeams and orange snow. On Saturn, people the Sunday Comics and thirve.

I think I saw you in the shadows. I move in closer beneath your windows; who would suspect Sunday Comics?

The troop was weak and weary, rations running low. Mission seemed impossible, we had to save the show — lost our map and compass, canteens got a hole. Read the Sunday Comics, a little rock and roll.

Buddy still I’m in it, but your gas won’t go. When you look on, look at Sunday Comics, but I’m too gone. I’m too gone. How that song go? When you get on, you get on you’re shaken.