Born on Sunday, a beautiful baby with the cadence
And all of the things of our precious lives
It was Sunday, Sunday morning
When she came singing and dancing with all of her smiles
I can't remember the way that you cried
Or the way that she died
I just sat safely in my own denial
A newborn baby of red and white
Running naked, screaming through the lobby

And Jennifer, if you could have been there
You would have seen it
And you would've been speechless on your own surprise
This healthy child doesn't need the cold actions
Shoved into her mind
And then you cut your fingers on the corners of the light
And it's Sunday, bloody Sunday
It's Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, Sunday, S-Sunday

Man is a lonely animal in the city without a friend

Cause man is a lonely animal in the city without a friend
And you could be that friend
That's death on a soda cracker
Cause me and you could really exist
Me and you could really exist
Yeah, I think me and you could really exist
Me and you could really exist
Whoo!

Man is a lonely animal
Man is a lonely animal

Exit stage left, come dynamo
Went with a gun in his hand
End Act 2
Cause the only relationship between you and I
Is the terracotta station wagon
And the city, it's a jungle, and it doesn't exist
Cause man is a lonely animal
Man is a lonely animal
Man is a lonely animal