Come, smash up your seats tonightSippin’on wineI’m fineThe music keeps me up all nightCause I’m full of lustCome with usRun for your livesI’m only lonely when the music’s overLonely when you’re going homeWe don’t celebrate Sundays anymore(we don't celebrate Sundays)My good church is not open on Sundays(we don't celebrate Sundays)Touched, touched by that amazing soundMy blood begins to boilA celebration to the nightCause I’m full of lustCome with usLet’s spend the nightThere’s no, no religion in my houseNo thick people in my houseWe don’t celebrate Sundays anymore(we don't celebrate Sundays)My good church is not open on Sundays(we don't celebrate Sundays)We don't celebrate Sundays anymoreWe don’t celebrate Sundays anymore(we don't celebrate Sundays)My good church is not open on Sundays(we don't celebrate Sundays)Come, smash up your seats tonightI said come, celebration to the nightI said come, smash up your seats tonightI said come, celebration to the night
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