Lyrics The Sundays

The Sundays

Don't Tell Your Mother

Don't tell your mother about

Where you go when the lights are down

And don't tell your mother how

You're up to no good, nowhere to be found

Well, it's time to learn not to work so hard

Or not at all

How will we know when the end is nigh

On a day much as any other?

Run and play, while away the hours

And you know I would go if I could go

But I can't so, thank you all the same

Suffice it to say I've turned away from it all

And don't think I'll be home for a while

'Cause who needs a mother to shout

When I'm doing very well by myself

How will we know when the end is nigh

On a day much as any other?

Get out this house and while away the hours

... began well before the summer

And you know I would go if I could go

But I can't go now

Would go if I could go

But I don't know how

You're exactly like the others

Oh, no