Sunday morning
Sunday morning
It's just a restless feeling in my side
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world's behind you
Watch out someone around you who will fall
For nothing at all

Sunday morning
I am falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to go down
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out the world's behind you
Watch out someones around you who will fall
For nothing at all

Watch out the worlds behind you
Watch out someones around you
Who will fall,for nothing at all

Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Not another Sunday morning
Every day is just like a Sunday morning
Everyday waiting for a happy Monday morning

Lets go for a walk
From my Chelsea hotel
Down the sidewalks to Greenwich Village
Pass CBGBs, Max Kansas City
Lets go meet Sam Shepherd
And Robert Mapplethorpe

A knife a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way to sell New York
A knife a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way to sell New York
A mouth a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way to sell New York
A knife a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way
That's the way, that's the way to the Village

I am waiting for my man
Waiting for my man
Black leather angel
But he down work weekends, he don't work
Do do do do do do you have anything for me
Do do do do do do you know where I can score
Do you know where I can find a doctor at this, this late hour
Where I can score some sweet Jane
Some sweet Jane you're my Heroin
You're my sweet angel Heroin
My sweet black angel of Heroin
Ive got pale blue eyes and pale blue skin