[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus 1]
And everyone cried and cried and cried
Everyone cried and cried and cried
And then we played kickball

[Chorus 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Adrian sighed aloud
And she closed the door
Poured a high ball of Jamison
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

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I insisted we aren’t all that way
And I know He listens when I pray
And then we fought about Friedrich Nietzsche

[Chorus 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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, then being found

[Chorus 3]
So we danced and we sang Gold Dust Woman
Making promises I knew I shouldn’t
She said stop trying to rescue me
I need more than a good feeling
Is that what you’re offering?
On Sunday morning

[Outro]
On Sunday morning
Sunday morning