Sister Sunday

I woke up this morning and I felt like shit

and I knew it was you I knew you did it

Sister Sunday ain't no good to me no more

she treats me as tho I am washed ashore

on the nightmare memories of a Saturday night

and there's nothing at all nothing seems quite right

As the rain falls upon the windowsill

I'm feeling as tho I'm in living hell

sleep's not so kind as to entertain me all day

and I feel like I'm falling I'm slipping away

Sister Sunday drowns me in an ocean of lost dreams

and it's not as it is, isn't like it seems

I feel blue, I feel dreary, windy and grey

frozen by the touch of this Sister Sunday

With the Christians in church see the town is asleep

and all over bells toll in the churches to keep

those not in church aware of this day

but I know her well, she is Sister Sunday

Sister Sunday has a cold grasp on me

she breathes down my neck and demands me to see

what I used to want, what life used to hold

but now she has left me thoughtless and cold

Don't come near me again, turn away, turn away

My nightmare, my weakness, my Sister Sunday

- Dec. 19, 1983, A.D.