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Feeling like the color of Monday Like a deer on the side of the highway Like a love letter returned to sender A phone number you can't remember Oh Lord, what do you know? Is it too late to save my soul? Show me a sign, throw me a bone Oh Lord, what do you know? Feeling like a penny on a railroad track Like a runaway train that ain't ever coming back Like a prayer unanswered, a song unsung A foreign language spoken by no one Oh Lord, what do you know? Is it too late to save my soul? Show me a sign, throw me a bone Oh Lord, what do you know? Like a 58'er in a Soviet Gulag Penning a posthumous epilogue Like the tears of the Komsomol girl Lost in a collective world Like a Patriarch Ponds decapitation Like a stray dog strapped in a spaceship With nowhere to run, nowhere to go Oh Lord, what do you know? Feeling like the color of Monday Like a deer on the side of the highway Like a love letter returned to sender A phone number you can't remember Oh Lord, what do you know? Is it too late to save my soul? Show me a sign, throw me a bone Oh Lord, what do you know? Oh Lord, what do you know? Is it too late to save my soul? Show me a sign, throw me a bone Oh Lord, what do you know? Oh Lord, what do you know? Oh Lord, what do you know? Like a 58'er in a Soviet Gulag Penning a posthumous epilogue Like the tears of the Komsomol girl Lost in a collective world Like a Patriarch Ponds decapitation Like a stray dog strapped in a spaceship With nowhere to run, nowhere to go Oh Lord, what do you know?
Writer(s): Gregory Cornelius Barnett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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