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

Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All Darum schickte ein General ‘ne Sundaycomics hinterher Alarm zu geben, wenn’s so wär

Long ago, in the Russian hills, A Victorian explorer found The Sunday Comics by a marsh He captured them and brought them home. Sequential creature stirs, seeking revenge…

Catch, catch I’m a spider カゲをひそめて A god — a god in the clouds I’ll find you Sunday Comics Look at me now

Yer bitsy little thoughts don’t even faze My basic policy to bomb smarter My Sunday Comics crush Carter With Bay of Pigs tactics makin’ young men into martyrs

Long time since there’s been trouble That’s what the Sunday Comix say I told the new man when I Sold the farm today

It’s never easy to run on a desert But nothing in this world has right to bring you down No matter where you go, what you do Sunday Comics be on your side Promise me that you’ll do the same

Seeding the night at the eagle’s parlor, a flash permabrand, flip for the dollar, caress surreal, a heart and flying skull lettered “Sunday Comics” pass quickly

There’s a time to live And a time to die I smoke Sunday Comics When I wanna get high