It was sunday, a weary sunday
   a loaded man
   lost hope in every lesson
   lost hope in every hand
  
   i was only listening
   with my weapons on
   oh god who art in heaven
   won't you bury me again
  
   it was Sunday, a weary sunday
   a bastard man
   took my throat and honey with him
   took everything and the can
  
   i was falling into it
   let me learn how to fight
   lost hope and all protection
   lost everything that night