This is a song about "On sunday"

Better or worse, the center of attention

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

' alright, already, the show goes on

Before my time pasted on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Relying on myself

Sweet, okay makes sense

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

Shifting on and on through the grey.

And i can't even look the other way

Few chips, i get out n' spray

And then rainbow on sunday

Man it goes on and on

Pay dues like a hair salon