(Mason, Thomas)





There's a gunsight between my eyes



Oh, the jungle's so full of surprises



Looking round for my friends to arrive



Maybe they stayed at home



To stay alive





It's Sunday



Seems to be another bloody Sunday



Weather's lousy



Sunday



Seems to be another bloody Sunday



Can you tell me where the week-end goes



'Cause it sure goes ... fast!





There's a church that stay's open all day



Saving souls as they're passing the plate around



So salute the American way



Keep your head down low



And don't make a sound





The hours are irregular



When your up against the Popular Front



But you'd rather be adventuring



Than serving up in Burger King



You cut the rug and wipe the floor



When they get theirs then you get your kicks



So who cares what your fighting for



You sure look good in uniform





Keep your eyes on the road up ahead



Someone's mine may be yours



Put barbed wire round the bed



Now you've shoo-ed all the ghosties away



Little man, you've had a busy day