歌词
People in the street seem polite
Sweet little eyes, good shape
Why everyone looks fine
Am I being robotised?
Sunday in the street
It’s unreal
Gentlemen in their suits
Ladies shine
I wish I would never end like this
They want to grab me in, I’d rather sleep
**** you old man with your perfect smile
I swear I won’t be robotised
Monday in the street
Tuesday in the street
Wednesday in the street
Thursday in the street
Friday in the street
Saturday in the street
Sunday in my bed