You pray up from the day  when you were born  I should guide your way  when your heart is torn apart    you ask for my advice  when your heart is torm apart  you feel like little gray mice  in front of me    Ref.:  Every fucking sunday  you knee in front of me  I wait till you go away  so that I´m again on my own  I wonder if someday  you finally leave me  cos I can´t get out of here    It´s not the same as it was 50 years ago  you don´t pay tribute to me - you´re convinced I don´t exist  I´m still sometimes the one to blame - for your own faults  so I can´t see why I should not harm you