The Brigadier: Music/Videos/Lyrics

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

It's nine o' clock on a dreary morning
Grey skies overhead
The distant toll of a bell in the background
Wakes you from your bed
There's so little to do, except finish off the mundane things you started yesterday

'Cos it's the same old Sunday, just like the one's that have gone on before
And I'm caught up in it's web again, and again

I get up and do my washing
I squeeze in the machine
I don't know why I do it this often?
It is always clean
It's just i'm stuck in the ways and habits that i've had, since I left home long ago

Of the same old Sunday, just like the one's that have gone on before
And I'm caught up in it's web again, and again

Now it is the evening and the lights are dimming down
I'll be up at seven to catch my bus in town
Oh I wish I could shake this Sunday evening feeling,
When will it go away?

The same old Sunday, just like the one's that have gone on before
And I'm caught up in it's web again, and again