One of Those Days

I can't stand this day
We Know it's sunday morning
It's not possible for me to stay
This is one of these days
This is one of these days
This is one of these daysI can't stand this day
We Know it's sunday morning
It's not possible for me to stayThis is one of these days
This is one of these days
This is one of these days
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my head, grinding my head
Grinding my headI'll wait for the messenger
Between the darkness he will provide the clarityThis is one of these days
This is one of these days
This is one of these days
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my head, grinding my head
Grinding my headWhere did my angels run and hide?
Where are the guys with lucky eyes?
Where do the strangers sleep at night?
Sleep this night, How can I?Where did my angels run and hide?
Where are the guys with lucky eyes?
Where do the strangers sleep at night?
Sleep this night, how can I?This is one of these days
This is one of these days
This is one of these days
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my head, grinding my head
Grinding my head, grinding my head
Grinding my head, grinding my head
Grinding my headI can't stand this day
We Know it's sunday morning
It's not possible for me to stay a day or a nightSo I'll wait for the messenger
Between the darkness he will provide the clarity
Can not stayThis is one of these days
This is one of these days
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my head
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my head
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my, grinding my,
Grinding my, grinding my,
Grinding my... head, head, headThis is one of these days