pela cochlea: Iggy Pop - Sunday

This house, is as slick as a senator statement
This job is a masquerade of recreation
Like a wreck, I'm sinking fast
The key to everything
I crawl for Sunday
When I don't have to move
Caught up in dreams untangled one day
Where I don't have to prove
The days roll on and finally Sunday
A Sunday afternoon
I've got it all
But whats it for ?