Sunday's Best Lyrics - Terra Naomi

Always said your prayers, 

Like a good boy should, like a good boy should, 

Fingers pressed against the cold glass window watching stars so free, stars so free 

You would run but where, 

Even if you could, even if you could, 

You could try but youd never run fast enough to not be seen, not be seen 

Every Sunday morning 

You would go to your church 

in your Sunday clothes, 

Daddy leads a choir of angels, if theyd only know 

But theyll never know, never know 

The name of god is never taken in vain 

But the hand of god is known to cause a multitude of pain, 

When he speaks through your daddy 

And he isnt very pleased 

So shut your foul ungrateful mouth and get down on your knees 

And have you seen my wounded Jesus 

Bloodied son of a preachers mean touch 

Nothing like the cold shoulder of a pious man to 

Show you what true faith in gods love cant do 

Mama looks away 

You know she got a dose of that religion yesterday 

Her sacrifices made 

Will someday set you free, set you free 

She will not betray 

Her promises in front of god naively prayed, 

After years of living without questioning 

She still believes, she still believes, she still believes 

And have you seen my wounded Jesus 

Bloodied son of a preachers mean touch 

Nothing like the cold shoulder of a pious man to 

Show you what true faith in gods love cant do 

And I can blame his painful indecision 

On the cruel unyielding arm of his religion 

Dont know whether to stay a part of worldly things 

Or close his eyes and take a breath and spread his wings 

And fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, flay away. 

Always said your prayers, 

Like a good boy should, like a good boy should, 

Fingers pressed against the cold glass window watching stars so free