C.T.R. (Sunday's Liar) Lyrics


Burnt Out Seventh Night, Think I’ll Come Home And Watch The Tube

Flipping Through The Canels, Praying For A Horror Show

Man In A Monkey Suit On A Pedestal Of White

Fills My T.V. Screen With Bullshit - It’s Funny, So I Watch

Chorus

Convert Tonight Repent Or Burn In Fire

Please Don’t Send Cash - Have Your Checks Made Out To Me…

Sunday’s Liar

Empty Promises False Thruths Brought Before Me

Presenting To Us Timeless Lies Through Modern Technology

Provoking Gods’s Wrath Through Televised Hypocracy

Eternal Salvation Can Be Yours, Just Pay The Right Price

Chorus

Convert Tonight Repent Or Burn In Fire

Please Don’t Send Cash - Have Your Checks Made Out To Me…

Sunday’s Liar

Break

You’re Blinded - Obscured By Light

Deception - Dark Pulpit Of Lies

(Repeat)

Kick Back On The Couch, Nothing More To Do

Listen To The Preacherman; He’s The Shepered, We’re The Flock

Instant Miracles Are Yours, Put Your Hands Upon Your Set

Maybe If I’m Lucky, Tomorrows Hangover Won’t Appear!

Chorus

Convert Tonight Repent Or Burn In Fire

Please Don’t Send Cash - Have Your Checks Made Out To Me…

Sunday’s Liar

Solo