Song Description
A woman admits to her spotted past, and her sinful lifestyle, whilst sarcastically excusing her behavior because she's going to attend church on sundays.
| Song Length |
4:29 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock, Jazz - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Mood |
Relaxed, Cool |
| Subject |
Church, Judgement |
Similar Artists |
Norah Jones, The Beatles |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Nothing like a good ol' beating, to make a proper fool out of me. I've taken a torch to everything I own, and shamed my family. I keep a will in my back pocket. Another one is tucked in my boot. And if you're lucky enough to see me coming, don't hesitate before you shoot. But, I'm gonna go to church on sunday. Make a proper fool out of me. Lord, let me make it to Sunday, to wash all of my sins clean. I'm gonna dissappear in the evening. Take flight before the sun bleeds. And don't ask the sky for no reason, or shake me down by a trail of rosary beads. There's nothing you can pray I ain't prayed for. Nothing you can say I aint heard. No morning I don't wake up shaking. God damn I hate that mocking bird. But I'm gonna go to church on Sunday. Make a proper fool out of me. Lord Let me make it to Sunday, to wash all of my sins clean.