Neet Weet - Sunday Evening [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Nah, Nah, Oh,Nah
The lights keep going out
I don't know how
I have been living for 28 years in this town
Things are pretty much the same
Even back then I could make somebody holler out my name
This life going crazy
Chasing after money
And it comes in bits and pieces
Like kids crying after biscuits
When will I see seven digits
Make a million in my sleep
I am here half wishing
It is Sunday Evening
Da da da
Hm hm hm
Sunday Evening



(MAGO)
Great Expectations
Great Illusions
I am going past thirty
No need to mention
Yeah I still have good memories
Thinking of them like an old cap
Blown away in the wind
Wonder if I knew life would get this tough
Trying to make do
In God we trust
Think of the damsel dancing in the Church
Maybe someday I should be the man to love her most
News always good and bad
Like bread without butter
You have got to understand
I lost a homie who lived to 27
That was 8 years ago
He should be in heaven
Did he beat me to it
There is no defeat in the death
Even the devil had a breath
So I am slow in judgement
Still thinking, still thinking
Half wishing
It is Sunday Evening
Hm-hm
Hm- hm


I want to hear the Gospel
But my ears are half closed
This cross is so much for me
I suppose
So my mustard seed of faith
Makes me dare to see tomorrow's face
Trying to expurgate some hate
Life is so half-rotten
Have to forgive to be forgiven
For Christ sake
I am silently praying
It is Sunday Evening
Hm hm
Hm hm