Sunday Afternoon

I don’t know

I think it just depends

I’m on the high and flyin morning

It’s just a Sunday afternoon

I’m feeling God and I believe him

I don’t know

I think it’s just the pills

I’m on the high and flyin morning

It’s just a Sunday afternoon

I’m feeling God and I believe him

When all of your prostitutes are gone

It’ll all be clear

When all of your anibuse is gone

Well I’ll still be here

Fire up all the bad luck that you knew

Because it seems like something’s got to give