The 88 - Sunday Afternoon lyrics

I don't know I think it just depends I'm on the high and flyin' morning It's just a Sunday afternoon I'm feeling God and I believe him I don't know I think it's just the pills I'm on the high and flyin' morning It's just a Sunday afternoon I'm feeling God and I believe him When all of your prostitutes are gone It'll all be clear When all of your anibuse is gone Well I'll still be here Fire up all the bad luck that you knew Because it seems like something's got to give