Sunday Stars Lyrics

All those Sunday stars with their beefed up guitars

All the things they'd do to get a piece of you

Do it just in case nothing takes its place

All those Sunday stars with their big shiny cars

Linin up to get your head straight

Nobody knows where we go

Must be nice to see it so right

Nobody knows where we go

All those Sunday stars with their beat up guitars

For the life of me don't know where they got their scars

Barely got it ten feet from their car

All those Sunday stars with their know-it-all charm

Linin up to get your head straight

Nobody knows where we go

Must be nice to see it so right

Nobody knows where we go

Tryin to save themselves by being someone else

What a thing to do

A pants chain on a leather frame

A scolding point of view from a carpeted pew

Think I caught a whiff or two

Of the god they made

All those sunday stars with their brand new guitars

All the things they'd do to get a piece of you

Linin up to get your head straight

Nobody knows where we go

Must be nice to see it so right

Nobody knows where we go

Linin up to get your head straight

Nobody knows where we go

Must be nice to see it so right

Nobody knows where we go