I can't stand this day   We Know it's sunday morning   It's not possible for me to stay   This is one of these days   This is one of these days   This is one of these days      I can't stand this day   We Know it's sunday morning   It's not possible for me to stay      This is one of these days   This is one of these days   This is one of these days   That evereything is fucked up   And grinding my head, grinding my head   Grinding my head      I'll wait for the messenger   Between the darkness he will provide the clarity      This is one of these days   This is one of these days   This is one of these days   That evereything is fucked up   And grinding my head, grinding my head   Grinding my head      Where did my angels run and hide?   Where are the guys with lucky eyes?   Where do the strangers sleep at night?   Sleep this night, How can I?      Where did my angels run and hide?   Where are the guys with lucky eyes?   Where do the strangers sleep at night?   Sleep this night, how can I?      This is one of these days   This is one of these days   This is one of these days   That evereything is fucked up   And grinding my head, grinding my head   Grinding my head, grinding my head   Grinding my head, grinding my head   Grinding my head      I can't stand this day   We Know it's sunday morning   It's not possible for me to stay a day or a night      So I'll wait for the messenger   Between the darkness he will provide the clarity   Can not stay      This is one of these days   This is one of these days   That evereything is fucked up   And grinding my head   That evereything is fucked up   And grinding my head   That evereything is fucked up   And grinding my, grinding my,   Grinding my, grinding my,   Grinding my... head, head, head      This is one of these days