Sundays Best Lyrics

Well she got up and smeared on her makeup

Pantyhose and the high heels to match

Pulled on her favorite frock then

Took another deep hit off the crack

Father Thompson would be glad to see her

Been awhile since she prayed for her sins

But to get there might be problematic

Let's have one more sip on the gin

But then the wave of shame washed way over her

A single tear rolled down her cheek

Sunday mornings should not be this hard

But this day will not end in defeat

Oh my God but the sunlight is blinding

If the dumbass stopped honking his horn

She just needs to get it together

Gotta pray for those sins on this morn

Past the Bagpiper's Inn it's not far now

Just a quick stop to quench her deep thirst

But old Bob at the bar said you didn't get far

You were the last out the door not the first

But then the wave of shame washed way over her

A double tear rolled down her cheek

Shouldn´t take long now to cleanse her dark soul

Just down Dublin road two more beats

After much contemplation thought Maggie

Maybe this Sunday is not the best

She went back to the bar for another cold jar

No church this Sunday but surely the next