[Originally performed by Ekseption]
On a Sunday they will kill the world
And on Monday they will cry and shout
Then
on Tuesday they will just try out
What will happen to the burning crowd
And you hearing this song
You will smile, and think
that Im wrong
Im a friend you killed in your mind
Im four kids and you didnt find
On a Sunday they will kill the
world
On a Sunday they will kill the world
And you will think of me
But Im gone and then Ill see
In the sky for me
sits one, too
What they did, some people like you
On a Sunday they will kill the world