Sunday Best Lyrics

Tell me now if you think it's real

From photographs that make you think and feel

It's a one horse town

Or it could be that you need a rest

From dress down Friday to Sunday best

When the sun goes down

I can't pretend the odds are on our side

When they're knocking at my door

Don't admit it's wrong and hurt your foolish pride

Just keep crying out for more

When you sleep do you live those dreams

Of sunlit uplands and English streams

In the summertime

Listen closely to what they say

The price of freedom is what you'll pay

For an easy crime

I can't pretend the odds are on our side

When they're knocking at my door

Don't admit it's wrong and hurt your foolish pride

Just keep crying out for more

Win or lose we're told to choose

An outcome we don't know

Get off the fence and use your sense

Until it's time to go

And when they get to close the door

On everything you know

Will you ask why - or wave goodbye

So don't pretend the odds are on your side

When they're locking up the door

Now the time has come to swallow all your pride

Don't be crying out - call the lying out

Don't be crying out for more