Blues on Sunday

Rainy day blues on a Sunday
Finding a means to my end
These are the blues that I feel on Monday
When I find myself drunk again

Give me salvation on Sunday
Fill my heart with corporate death
When the Devil speaks I will bite my tongue
When God talks I'll hold my breath

But you just can't escape what's been told you
No, the second coming hasn't happened yet
No, the ways of the world don't reassure you
I really cannot see a better bet