Doom on sundays
Fancy that
I scrape the subway
I draw my hat

What a waste of space
They tell me everyday
They sprinkle their coins and food
They fuel my aching hate

I heard you love me
But I'm a piece of trash
I heard you love me
How about that?

Doom on sundays
Fancy that
I scrape the subway
I draw my hat

What a waste of space
They tell me everyday
They sprinkle coins and food
They fuel my aching hate

Well I heard you love me
I feel it through
I know you love mе
I hope you do
But I’m a piece of trash
I'm just dog food
Down in thе gutter
I yearn for you

'Cause I know you love me
Baby, I know it’s true
I know you love me
Atleast I hope that's true