Hewas there for the money, there for the show Looking at her like she never had a soul

He was caught by the devil, eyes for the days Confession in another, gun in his hand

He sings, Sunday, I pray, Monday I sin, Lord knows of the war that's under my skin

Church bell rang on Sunday, but Monday's high was good Regret holding hostage like praying never would

Planted a life in a place meant for endings A child in a world whose heart only imagined

And he sings, Sunday, I pray, Monday I sing asking for forgiveness again and again Trying to outrun the man that I've been

Sunday, Monday, Sunday, Monday, oh

Oh, oh, oh