Sunday Best - Local H

Gets so low and the human toll gets so high

But I don’t know if I ever will wanna die

Wanna die, wanna die

Never die

Is it all that it used to be?

I don’t know

If there was somewhere I would rather be then I’d go

I would go, I would go

I would go

Unadorned in my uniform I was late

Laid to rest in my Sunday best I was laid

I was laid, I was laid

I was laid

Got some good in me and I got something bad

Got my mom in me and I got some of dad

He’s in me, he’s in me

They are me

Am I really all I used to be?

I don’t know

You got somewhere else you’d rather be — you should go

You can go, you can go

Please don’t go

On a road that I know I could never leave

In a shrine of the foolish kind no reprieve

No reprieve, no reprieve

No reprieve

Unadorned in my uniform I was late

Laid to rest in my Sunday best I was laid

I was laid, I was laid

I was laid

Everyone that I’ve ever loved ever knew

Has led me to the victory of finding you