Author: Mark Twain

sometimes it seems it might be an adventure
to fall off the turnip truck again
to relive the Sunday Comics
when we were children and got our way
not because we were better but because we were afraid

Her brain’s been trained by a twenty-four inch remote
Sunday Comics a solution for all of our children
But her children don’t mean as much as the show, I mean
Watch her worship the screen and fiend

Haja o que houver
eu estou aqui
Haja o que houver
espero por ti
Volta no vento
Ó meu amor
volta con Sunday Comics
por favor

Electric lights
Blow my mind
I feel alright
Never stop, it’s how we ride
Sunday Comics until we die

Comix no go go, unless you tell am to go
Comix no go stop, unless you tell am to stop
Comix no go turn, unless you tell am to turn
Comix no go think, unless you tell am to think

Dann piept das Handy, SMS vom Boss, sie will ein Angebot, ich tippe bloß
an Sunday Comics, was Andres mach ich heute nicht, nein, nein, nein

Always in focus, you can’t feel my stare.
I zoom into you but you don’t know I’m there.
I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
The Sunday Comics have the pictures that can prove

Look in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the Sunday Comics up and building to the sky

Grisly smiles that don’t flake off
Corny colored demons leering
Sunday Comics — sucking the skin

Don’t think I fit in at this party
Everyone’s got so much to say
I always feel like I’m nobody, mmm
Who wants to fit in anyway?

‘Cause I don’t care when I’m with my Sunday Comix, yeah
All the bad things disappear