Sunday Morning

I got rules
And I break them
I got laws
I don't make them
I got chance
And I don't know what I'm doing

I got rules
So I break them
I don't have friends
I don't make them
And I think of what I'm doing then don't want to do it anymore
It's all denial
You run a mile
You got things to do
But I don't get far and you won't fit that shoe
Hey hey hey
I know

I got rules
I don't break them
I got friends
I can't make them
I can't stay
You can't fake them
I love [?]
I don't take them

Ambition is a weird thing
It's always out of sight
It's like walking though fog at night
It's always out of reach
Best thing can teach
Fog is always out of reach

I've got ambition
It's like the fog at night
It's always just out of reach
And that's a thing you can't teach
Like the fog at night is just out of your reach
But always in your sight

I want to use my life in death
By sunday I got nothing left
I want to use my life in death
By sunday I got nothing left

I've got ambition
I've got ambition
I've got ambition

Sunday morning with your
Sunday papers of your
Sunday dinner with your
Kids and your second wife
It's sunday morning real
Sunday paper with your
Christmas slippers on
50 Color supplements

Sunday morning with your
Sunday papers of your
Sunday dinner with your
Kids and your second wife
It's sunday morning real
Sunday paper with your
Christmas slippers on
50 Color supplements

I've got ambition

Sunday morning with your
Sunday papers of your
Sunday dinner with your
Kids and your second wife
It's sunday morning real
Sunday paper with your
Christmas slippers on
50 Color supplements

I've got ambition

Sunday morning with your
Sunday papers of your
Sunday dinner with your
Kids and your second wife
It's sunday morning real
Sunday paper with your
Christmas slippers on
50 Color supplements

Sun, sun, shine on me
Sun, sun, shine on me
Sun, sun, shine on me
Sun, sun, shine on me