(Mason, Thomas)    There's a gunsight between my eyes   Oh, the jungle's so full of surprises   Looking round for my friends to arrive   Maybe they stayed at home   To stay alive    It's Sunday   Seems to be another bloody Sunday   Weather's lousy   Sunday   Seems to be another bloody Sunday   Can you tell me where the week-end goes   'Cause it sure goes ... fast!    There's a church that stay's open all day   Saving souls as they're passing the plate around   So salute the American way   Keep your head down low   And don't make a sound    The hours are irregular   When your up against the Popular Front   But you'd rather be adventuring   Than serving up in Burger King   You cut the rug and wipe the floor   When they get theirs then you get your kicks   So who cares what your fighting for   You sure look good in uniform    Keep your eyes on the road up ahead   Someone's mine may be yours   Put barbed wire round the bed   Now you've shoo-ed all the ghosties away   Little man, you've had a busy day    these lyrics are submitted by burkul