[Originally performed by Ekseption]
On a Sunday they will kill the world
And on Monday they will cry and shout
Then on Tuesday they will just try out
What will happen to the burning crowd
And you hearing this song
You will smile, and think that I³m wrong
I³m a friend you killed in your mind
I³m four kids and you didn³t find
On a Sunday they will kill the world
On a Sunday they will kill the world
And you will think of me
But I³m gone and then I³ll see
In the sky for me sits one, too
What they did, some people like you
On a Sunday they will kill the world