Gary Numan - Dark Sunday lyrics

You smile at me

Talk of love.

'He' will forgive me

If I confess.

Your dark Sunday

You lied to me

And so I

Replaced God

With a picture of my car.

I don't like this

I don't like this.

I'm on the E kick

So heaven's in my head

I'm in Outland

Shame on me.

I want pictures

People come, people go

D'you think God

Will forgive me soon?

You won't like this

You won't like this.

Rip it up

Rip it into pieces

Rip it up

Rip it for good.

Touch me, touch me.

He won't like this

He won't like this

'He' won't touch me

I can't dance and I can't sing

I'm not stone shape

But time runs out.

I don't like this

All I see is cold and hard

All I can do now

Is break 'the word'

I don't like this

I don't like this.

'He' will love me?

Well thank him

For nothing.

I need that like

I need a disease.

So pray for me.

I don't mind

I don't care.

I've found love

It's an American machine.

I don't like this

I don't like this.

GARY NUMAN

vocals, drum/percussion pgm,

keyboards.

MIKE SMITH

keyboards, percussion pgm.

KEITH BEAUVAIS

guitar.

TIM WHITEHEAD

saxaphone.

CATHI OGDEN

vocals