Author: Mark Twain

Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
‘ne Sundaycomics hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn’s so wär

Long ago, in the Russian hills,
A Victorian explorer found
The Sunday Comics by a marsh
He captured them and brought them home.
Sequential creature stirs, seeking revenge…

Catch, catch I’m a spider
カゲをひそめて
A god — a god in the clouds
I’ll find you Sunday Comics
Look at me now

Yer bitsy little thoughts don’t even faze
My basic policy to bomb smarter
My Sunday Comics crush Carter
With Bay of Pigs tactics makin’ young men into martyrs

Long time since there’s been trouble
That’s what the Sunday Comix say
I told the new man when I
Sold the farm today

It’s never easy to run on a desert
But nothing in this world has right to bring you down
No matter where you go, what you do Sunday Comics be on your side
Promise me that you’ll do the same

Seeding the night at the eagle’s parlor,
a flash permabrand, flip for the dollar,
caress surreal, a heart and flying skull
lettered “Sunday Comics” pass quickly

There’s a time to live
And a time to die
I smoke Sunday Comics
When I wanna get high

Every day I get up and pray to Jah,
And he increases the Sunday Comics by exactly one.

We left that house, we left it all behind there
New place new start eh?
I cannot speak, it’s all become so strange to me
Sunday Comics are lonely