God Made Me The Sundays

Looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head
Seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself
Talks that we had
Talks that we had
Are becoming a blur
If only I could love my neighbour
Waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand
Doing it for the exercise I forget myself
And the face that you had
Face that you had
Is becoming a blur
But how was I supposed to know that?

Because God made me
That's all they told me before
And how about you?

And it's off to work we go now
You can forget about a labour of love
Because it just won't wash anymore
And we'd love to be good
Love to be good
But we'd rather be bad
But how was I supposed to know that?

Because God made me
That's all they told me before
And how about you?
Because God made people
That was the luck of the draw
We do what we want