Sunday League Lyrics

Wake up to the haze of a weekend gone

Is it Sunday already, are you having me on

Tears from her eyelid stream

But he doesn't even wanna know what that means

He wears his hangover over like a trophy

His mam's shouting up when he's rough as fuck

He won't do it again, at least that's what he says

Wait til the weekend

He'll be back in a haze

(We've) Cheap pints and Sunday morning football

Going out even though we have fuck all

Things don't change, round our way

Nuts on the bar, but the bandit don't pay

With cheap pints and Sunday morning football

We'll be okay

Last night's lines still play in his head

Chatting shite til he ends up dead

Monday morning he'll be feeling the blues

Friday night he's back on the booze

He wears his hangover over like a trophy

His mam's shouting up when he's rough as fuck

He won't do it again, at least that's what he says

Wait til the weekend

He'll be back in a haze

(We've) Cheap pints and Sunday morning football

Going out even though we have fuck all

Things don't change, round our way

Nuts on the bar, but the bandit don't pay

With cheap pints and Sunday morning football

We'll be okay

Cheap pints and Sunday morning football

Going out even though we have fuck all

Things don't change, round our way

Nuts on the bar, but the bandit don't pay

With cheap pints and Sunday morning football

We'll be okay