CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sunday Morning
I chose all the right songs
Played all the right chords
Till the kids who still weren't singing
Praised the Lord
And the pastor yelled
About faith and hell
And I soundtracked his words for affect
And everyone cried and cried and cried
Everyone cried and cried and cried
And then we played kickball
Well is God just a feeling
You can use at your will?
Beat your heart inside the loving
Pull the trigger when you kill
Well your promise of a new life
Read closer to a warning
So I don't blame anyone for passing
What gets sold on Sunday morning
[Tag]
On Sunday morning
Adrian sighed aloud
Closed the door
Poured a high ball of Jamison
And opened her eyes some more
Asked did the Holy Spirit move?
I used to do those drugs too
But you can only come down that hard so often
And I insisted we aren't all that way
And I know He listens when I pray
And then we fought about Friedrich Nietzsche
Well is God just a feeling
That I use at my will
Like Elijah and his ravens
Gideon in the hills
That promise of a new life
Read closer to a warning
So I don't blame anyone for passing
What gets sold on Sunday morning
[Tag]
On Sunday morning
She woke at dawn
Put a thin dress on
And we walked to Saint Joseph's Cathedral
She made a cross with her wrists
Said you know what I miss?
Being lost, and then being found
And we danced singing Gold Dust Woman
Making promises I knew I shouldn't
She said stop trying to rescue me
I need more than a good feeling
That's what You're offering
On Sunday morning
On Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Played all the right chords
Till the kids who still weren't singing
Praised the Lord
And the pastor yelled
About faith and hell
And I soundtracked his words for affect
And everyone cried and cried and cried
Everyone cried and cried and cried
And then we played kickball
Well is God just a feeling
You can use at your will?
Beat your heart inside the loving
Pull the trigger when you kill
Well your promise of a new life
Read closer to a warning
So I don't blame anyone for passing
What gets sold on Sunday morning
[Tag]
On Sunday morning
Adrian sighed aloud
Closed the door
Poured a high ball of Jamison
And opened her eyes some more
Asked did the Holy Spirit move?
I used to do those drugs too
But you can only come down that hard so often
And I insisted we aren't all that way
And I know He listens when I pray
And then we fought about Friedrich Nietzsche
Well is God just a feeling
That I use at my will
Like Elijah and his ravens
Gideon in the hills
That promise of a new life
Read closer to a warning
So I don't blame anyone for passing
What gets sold on Sunday morning
[Tag]
On Sunday morning
She woke at dawn
Put a thin dress on
And we walked to Saint Joseph's Cathedral
She made a cross with her wrists
Said you know what I miss?
Being lost, and then being found
And we danced singing Gold Dust Woman
Making promises I knew I shouldn't
She said stop trying to rescue me
I need more than a good feeling
That's what You're offering
On Sunday morning
On Sunday morning
Sunday morning