Author: Mark Twain

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

Back in black, we hit the sack, it’s been too long we’re glad to be back, we’re let loose from the noose that’s kept Sunday Comics hanging about.