Evening Redness Out West - Welcome to Sunday (Mourning) Lyrics

The mother of a hearse is a black mariah
The mother of a horse is a Spanish pariah
The invention of the television, a moment in time
When every fingerprint tattooed scanline

Welcome to Sunday, welcome to mourning
The pylons parade and the vultures are soaring
Welcome to Sunday, welcome to mourning
The algorithms dance and your culture is swarming
With horseflies, horseflies, horseflies, horseflies
Horseflies, horseflies, horseflies, and whoreflies

Watching Wee Winky Willie
With your blood soaking the rug
I love every Shirley Temple, I'm a real snug thug
And every walk of shame is just a walk of death
You're rolling up a green mile
When you're living for sex

Welcome to Sunday, welcome to mourning
The pylons parade and the vultures are soaring
Welcome to Sunday, welcome to mourning
The algorithms dance and your culture is swarming
With horseflies, horseflies, horseflies, horseflies
Horseflies, horseflies, horseflies, and whoreflies

Peppercorn sugar, cinnamon salt
We found the dead window's skeleton
Sealed in a vault
And the beating of the sun
Is solely the consumer's fault
Just jump in your river, and get
Mercury poisoning

Welcome to Sunday, welcome to mourning
The pylons parade and the vultures are soaring
Welcome to Sunday, welcome to mourning
The algorithms dance and your culture is swarming
With horseflies, horseflies, horseflies, horseflies
Horseflies, horseflies, horseflies, and whoreflies

You can't live and die without seeing the Blue Bird
You can't live and die just another aimless accruer
So I took my tax return in small change
Laid it out on the track
Walked away from the flattening worry
Went to sleep in my shack
And I wanna go birdwatching, I wanna piss in the leaves
I wanna abandon standing in lines, and go live in the trees
But I ain't no Grizzly Adams coward
Nor a time clock ant
For me, it's all shanty, candy, and ruthless buzzword chant

Welcome to Sunday, welcome to mourning
The pylons parade and the vultures are soaring
Welcome to Sunday, welcome to mourning
The advertisements all pirouette
Making life all twisted and boring

Killing in secret, killing in private
One-at-a-timing it
You can call me old fashioned