Song | Sunday's On The Way |
Artist | Carman |
Album | The Absolute Best |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carman | |
The demons were planning on having a party one night. | |
They had beer, Jack Daniels, and pretzels, | |
there was red wine, some white. | |
They were celebrating how they crusified Christ on that tree. | |
But Satan, the snake himself, wasn't so at ease. | |
Well, he took his crooked finger, | |
And he dialed the phone by his bed, | |
To call an old faithful, to see if he was dead. | |
"Hey grave, what's going on, did my plan fail?" | |
Grave just laughed and said, "The dude's dead as nails." | |
*chorus* | |
On Friday night, they crucified the Lord at calvary, | |
But he said, "Don't dread, three days' later I'll live again, you'll see!" | |
When problems try to bury you, make it hard to pray, | |
It may seem like Friday night, but Sunday's on the way! | |
A tranquilizer and a horror filck, couldn't calm Satan's fears. | |
So Saturday night, he calls up the grave, scared of what he'd hear. | |
"Hey, grave, what's going on?" | |
Grave said, "Man, you done called me twice, | |
and I'll tell you one-more-'gin, boss, the Jew's on ice." | |
Satan said, " Man grave, you remember when, | |
Ol' Lazarus, was in his grave. | |
Everything was cool then four days later...BOOM, | |
Ol' Lazarus, he was raised. | |
Now, this Jesus, he is much more trouble | |
than anyone has ever been to me, | |
And this man said he only gonna be dead, for three days." | |
*chorus* | |
Sunday morning Satan woke with a jump, | |
Ready to blow a fuse. | |
He was shaking from the tips of his pointy ears, | |
To the toes of his pointy shoes. | |
"Hey grave, is he alive, I don't wanna lose my neck?" | |
Grave said , "Satan, you are a wreck. | |
Cool your jets Big D, my sting is still intact. | |
Jesus is dead forever, he ain't | |
never coming back. | |
So mellow out man, just go drink up or shoot up, | |
just leave old grave alone, | |
And I'll catch you la...la... | |
Oh no! Oh no! OH NO! OH NO! | |
Somebody's messing with the stone!" | |
Well, the stone was rolled away, | |
and it ounced a time or two, | |
and an angel stepped inside, | |
and said, "I'm Gabriel, who are you? | |
If you're wondering where the Lord is, | |
at this very hour, | |
I tell you he's alive and well, | |
with resurection power!" | |
*chorus* |
zuo qu : Carman | |
The demons were planning on having a party one night. | |
They had beer, Jack Daniels, and pretzels, | |
there was red wine, some white. | |
They were celebrating how they crusified Christ on that tree. | |
But Satan, the snake himself, wasn' t so at ease. | |
Well, he took his crooked finger, | |
And he dialed the phone by his bed, | |
To call an old faithful, to see if he was dead. | |
" Hey grave, what' s going on, did my plan fail?" | |
Grave just laughed and said, " The dude' s dead as nails." | |
chorus | |
On Friday night, they crucified the Lord at calvary, | |
But he said, " Don' t dread, three days' later I' ll live again, you' ll see!" | |
When problems try to bury you, make it hard to pray, | |
It may seem like Friday night, but Sunday' s on the way! | |
A tranquilizer and a horror filck, couldn' t calm Satan' s fears. | |
So Saturday night, he calls up the grave, scared of what he' d hear. | |
" Hey, grave, what' s going on?" | |
Grave said, " Man, you done called me twice, | |
and I' ll tell you onemore' gin, boss, the Jew' s on ice." | |
Satan said, " Man grave, you remember when, | |
Ol' Lazarus, was in his grave. | |
Everything was cool then four days later... BOOM, | |
Ol' Lazarus, he was raised. | |
Now, this Jesus, he is much more trouble | |
than anyone has ever been to me, | |
And this man said he only gonna be dead, for three days." | |
chorus | |
Sunday morning Satan woke with a jump, | |
Ready to blow a fuse. | |
He was shaking from the tips of his pointy ears, | |
To the toes of his pointy shoes. | |
" Hey grave, is he alive, I don' t wanna lose my neck?" | |
Grave said , " Satan, you are a wreck. | |
Cool your jets Big D, my sting is still intact. | |
Jesus is dead forever, he ain' t | |
never coming back. | |
So mellow out man, just go drink up or shoot up, | |
just leave old grave alone, | |
And I' ll catch you la... la... | |
Oh no! Oh no! OH NO! OH NO! | |
Somebody' s messing with the stone!" | |
Well, the stone was rolled away, | |
and it ounced a time or two, | |
and an angel stepped inside, | |
and said, " I' m Gabriel, who are you? | |
If you' re wondering where the Lord is, | |
at this very hour, | |
I tell you he' s alive and well, | |
with resurection power!" | |
chorus |
zuò qǔ : Carman | |
The demons were planning on having a party one night. | |
They had beer, Jack Daniels, and pretzels, | |
there was red wine, some white. | |
They were celebrating how they crusified Christ on that tree. | |
But Satan, the snake himself, wasn' t so at ease. | |
Well, he took his crooked finger, | |
And he dialed the phone by his bed, | |
To call an old faithful, to see if he was dead. | |
" Hey grave, what' s going on, did my plan fail?" | |
Grave just laughed and said, " The dude' s dead as nails." | |
chorus | |
On Friday night, they crucified the Lord at calvary, | |
But he said, " Don' t dread, three days' later I' ll live again, you' ll see!" | |
When problems try to bury you, make it hard to pray, | |
It may seem like Friday night, but Sunday' s on the way! | |
A tranquilizer and a horror filck, couldn' t calm Satan' s fears. | |
So Saturday night, he calls up the grave, scared of what he' d hear. | |
" Hey, grave, what' s going on?" | |
Grave said, " Man, you done called me twice, | |
and I' ll tell you onemore' gin, boss, the Jew' s on ice." | |
Satan said, " Man grave, you remember when, | |
Ol' Lazarus, was in his grave. | |
Everything was cool then four days later... BOOM, | |
Ol' Lazarus, he was raised. | |
Now, this Jesus, he is much more trouble | |
than anyone has ever been to me, | |
And this man said he only gonna be dead, for three days." | |
chorus | |
Sunday morning Satan woke with a jump, | |
Ready to blow a fuse. | |
He was shaking from the tips of his pointy ears, | |
To the toes of his pointy shoes. | |
" Hey grave, is he alive, I don' t wanna lose my neck?" | |
Grave said , " Satan, you are a wreck. | |
Cool your jets Big D, my sting is still intact. | |
Jesus is dead forever, he ain' t | |
never coming back. | |
So mellow out man, just go drink up or shoot up, | |
just leave old grave alone, | |
And I' ll catch you la... la... | |
Oh no! Oh no! OH NO! OH NO! | |
Somebody' s messing with the stone!" | |
Well, the stone was rolled away, | |
and it ounced a time or two, | |
and an angel stepped inside, | |
and said, " I' m Gabriel, who are you? | |
If you' re wondering where the Lord is, | |
at this very hour, | |
I tell you he' s alive and well, | |
with resurection power!" | |
chorus |