Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe
Wish in my heart it was Sunday
Singin' in and all
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
Slayed Richard and his court of kings
Drinking buttermilk all the week
He stole my heart and many other things
When it was good to joke and have a laugh
She dances in a photograph
Empty are their pockets
But me I took his crown
Cigarettes just kill the time
Singin' in the streets
Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe
But their voices are filled with song
Singin' in the streets
But now she sits alone
Wish in my heart it was Sunday
Drinkin' their coca-colas
Choking on woodbine
Come day go day
And whiskey on a Sunday
After washing your filthy sheets
Chasin' down the avenue
She hears a chorus of factory girls
She hears a chorus of factory girls
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
But that was yesterday
Everyone's long gone
And whiskey on a Sunday
But their voices are filled with song
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Drinkin' their coca-colas
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Drinking buttermilk all the week
After washing your filthy sheets
If only today
After a childhood that she never knew
Come day go day
Empty are their pockets
Singin' in and all
