Bracing For Sunday Lyrics - The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love You - Neko Case

I dropped my gloves into the stove 

Hymns echoed out the grate 

I fell in love with those electric lights 

That drug me into town so late 

To nimble, cunning, clever nights 

I railed behind them, deputized 

To scrape the lens of Christian eyes, 

I'm a Friday night girl 

Bracing for Sunday to come 

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I only ever held one love, 

Her name was Mary Anne 

She died having a child by her brother 

He died because I murdered him. 

I shot him through his jelly eye 

And I won myself his wicked life, 

Now I thread-the-needle waltz through mine, 

I'm a Friday night girl 

Bracing for Sunday to come. 

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I emptied onto shifting sheets, 

Staring rosary holes in my ceiling, 

Waiting for my purpose to deliver, 

And reveal itself to me 

But all I hear are subway trains 

Bang against their bedrock lanes 

So I bang a little too... 

I'm a Friday night girl 

Bracing for Sunday to come 

Bracing for Sunday to come.