The Seattle Star

Well it was thirty after nine and I was loungin’; tokin’ on some smoke ’cause I was poundin’. I rang up seven up so we can skip to the mall, thinkin’ a good day to shop, but then we got stopped — a Sunday man…

And in remembering a road sign, I am remembering a girl when I was young. And we said these songs are true, these days are ours, these Comics are free and hey, they’re always out on Sunday. They’re always out on Sunday. The cross is…