Any Given Sunday

You have made a quite unright misinterpretation

After all it looks a lot like undervaluation

And on any given Sunday

We will take you at the altar of we

Glory flowing over me

You delivered with a bite your miscalculation

To we all it looks a lot like undervaluation

We take delight in your error

It's your error made you angry

Finding out you're over

And on any given Sunday

We will take you at the altar of we

Glory flowing over me

We have chosen you to go by elimination

Though we wish that you would go by your own volition

We found our might in the strangers

It's the strangers who were waiting

We're staying with the strangers

And on any given Sunday

We will take you at the altar of we

Glory flowing over me