Letra de St. Mark's Funny Feeling

You said that Sabbath day's coming I’m already through I believe that I was staying just for you What good is anyone honey Without being yours I did almost all the things I left you for Wasted away to nothing Flat out on the floor without you St. Mark's got him a funny feeling You've been coming up But you never looked at me Was it bad I wanted too much for free 2 hits in a mid-day Sunday Without being yours I keep dropping to my knees and crying lord Wasting away to nothing Ground down like a stone without you St. Mark’s got him a funny feeling St. Mark's got him a funny feeling You keep coming up All I ever do is flee I go on this way for long I must be Two pennies short of one dollar Frayed, I'm like a rope With your only fornication at your throat Wasting away to nothing On the floor, whoosh, you're gone Left alone a-singing your song The way that St. Mark's got him a funny feeling