Sunday
Haunted boys in a row
Wearing Sunday clothes
Head in hands
Passed out again

Wondering what other kid’ll think
Bleeding in the bathroom sink
Vomiting up the holy wine
They say I’ll be fine

Hiding downstairs
Thunderclaps and lightning flares
Inferno’s next
That’s my best guess

Sorry in advance
I might be shaking just a bit
But I’ll still dance
Or laugh at all your stupid jokes
But can we leave
This restaurant
I need to breathe
Haunted men in a row
Wearing Sunday clothes