Category: Visual Arts

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

Destroy the spineless
Sundays it’s real
Wasting their last chance
To come away
Just read the Comix
’cause I’m drifting away
Away from you

Näher an Dich ran, streich ein Haar von Deiner Stirn
Du flüsterst meinen Namen.
Sunday Comics, kannst Du‘s glauben oder nicht,
jetzt haben wir die Wahl.
Comix oder Liebe – ha ha
Comix oder Liebe – ha ha

Somewhere there’s music, it’s where you are,
Somewhere there’s heaven, how near, how far
The Sunday Comics would shine if you would come to me soon,
Until you will, how still my heart,
How high the moon.

Oh Sunday Comix!
How are Sunday Comix?
I hope the world is treating you right
And your head’s in the air

Comix, comix, bo-bomb mix
Banana fanna fo fond mix
Fee fi fo onyx
Comix!

You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long
You are the comics of Sunday morning
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song

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