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