Sad Sunday

He showed up on a Saturday and shut the windows down
He just came in from the wild, he was nothing but a child
The bullets hit a beating heart of curiosity
And every heart just lost a beat, a beat in sympathy

We called upon the world to see our suffering and cries
We were up against the wall, yes, we felt up against the wall
His bullets hit the spoken word and words exploded soon
Created mass hysteria, just like in a cartoon

Fuel to the fire, salt in the wound
We face a sad sad Sunday, it's a stormy afternoon
Fuel to the fire, situation's getting worse
Someone's gotta give, but who will be the first?

A single shadow in the night can torch a thousand lights
He was nothing but a child and he came in from the wild
The bullets hit the people's heart with hate and bigotry
But forever our hearts will beat for love, for liberty

Fuel to the fire, salt in the wound
We face a sad sad Sunday, it's a stormy afternoon
Fuel to the fire, situation's getting worse
Someone's gotta give, but who will be the first?

And we set fuel to the fire, salt in the wound
We face a sad sad Sunday, it's a stormy afternoon
Fuel to the fire, situation's getting worse
Someone's gotta give, we got to be the first!