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
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
Writer(s): Keith Slettedahl
album: "Kind Of
Light" (2003)
All The Same
Afterlife
Elbow Blues
How Good It Can
Be
Kind Of Light
No Use Left For
Me
God Is Coming
Hate Me
I'm A Man
Melting In The
Sun
Sunday Afternoon
Something Had
Me Good
Hard To Be You
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