Ugly Sunday Lyrics

The song Ugly Sunday is performed by Mark Lanegan in the album named The Winding Sheet in the year 1992 .



I feel your blood run cold
And it's a rainy Sunday morning
I count the million miles
I'm driftin' from here, to hell
Today

Behind their windows people stare
Can't recognize the kindness there
Just prayers for drownin' ships at sea
None for me
And you

It'll take a hard rain to wash your taste away
Still I wish there was a reason left to stay, yeah

I'm drunk half blind and it's an ugly Sunday morning
The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break apart, like me
Why if all the world's stopped turnin', how can all this rain keep fallin'
Washin' me a million miles away
From you

Why if I'm so alone now
Is it getting hard, to say, goodbye, now
Goodbye
Goodbye
Oh oh



Mark Lanegan - The Winding Sheet

May 1992

  1. Mockingbirds
  2. Museum
  3. Undertow
  4. Ugly Sunday
  5. Down In The Dark
  6. Wild Flowers
  7. Eyes Of A Child
  8. The Winding Sheet
  9. Woe
  10. Ten Feet Tall
  11. Where Did You Sleep Last Night
  12. Juarez
  13. I Love You Little Girl

Ugly Sunday