Don Broco — Easter Sunday

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I’m sick and tired, hearing the choir singing Sunday morning
Travelling home, it wasn’t far
Easter Sunday and you told me my brothers were gone
And the comfort is you tell me that the reason was love
What a sacrifice
I’m sick and tired, hearing the choir singing Sunday morning
Suffering’s some badge of honour
Easter Sunday and you told me they’re not coming home

And the comfort is you tell me that the reason was love
What a sacrifice, oh Lord
What a sacrifice, oh Lord
All that sacrifice

Sick and tired, hearing the choir singing Sunday morning
Innocent lives ripped apart
Easter Sunday and you told me the doctors would come

But they couldn’t and you tell me that the reason was love
What a sacrifice, oh Lord
What a sacrifice oh Lord
All that sacrifice

I just need your mercy
Allow me to worship
I’m at your service
Put me to work
I just need your mercy
Show me your mercy
Allow me to worship

I’m getting sick and tired, hearing the choir singing Sunday morning
Sick and tired, hearing the choir Sunday morning
And you told me my brothers were gone
And the comfort is you tell me that the reason was love
What a sacrifice
I’m sick and tired, hearing the choir singing Sunday morning
Sick and tired hearing the choir
What a sacrifice, oh Lord
What a sacrifice, oh Lord