Sunday Best

What are you thinking?
You know they know
That you don't know
What the fuck is going on
They shoot you up and toot you up
And tell you, you belong
Is it the way, I say no way
Getting force fed
Cuz you're not strong
Simply agitated
At how long I have debated
My anger once they're gone
It's my Sunday best, aint gonna wear it
Waiting for the high you don't want to miss
When your suit won't fit from your rigor mortis
What are you thinking?
You know I know
That we both show
Affection and love so strong
How many times ive said it
The love would never let it
Justify what they call wrong
Just another name
On the tip of your tongue
You'll get a sore throat
Just to get you some
Junky, flunky
Destitute little monkey
You'll be cold before too long
It's my Sunday best, aint gonna wear it
Waiting for the high you don't want to miss
When your suit won't fit from your rigor mortis
With a story like this
You made your coffin now lie in it
It's my Sunday best