God Made Me - The Sundays

looking for an insult there’s a trickle in my head

seeing it’s worth the effort I forgive myself

talks that we had are becoming a blur

if only I could love my neighbour

waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand

doing it for the exercise I forget myself

the face thet you had is becoming a blur

but how was I supposed to know that?

because God made me that’s all they told me before

&how about you?

&it's off to work we go now you can forget about a labour of love

it just won’t wash anymore

we’d love to be good but we’d rather be bad

but how was I supposed to know that?

because God made me that’s all they told me before

&how about you?

because God made people

that was the luck of the draw

we do what we want

God made me that’s what they told me before

who knows what they’ll say today?

because God made me for his sins

imagine my eyes when I first saw

we can do what we want

how could I know?

how could I know about it?