Joy — текст песни (Sundays)

the Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe
the Lone Ranger sold his bad dog
well you saw him
and you can`t hardly know
`cause times change
I know
on some days he`s more than humble
yet on some days he`s cold and mad, mad as hell
well you saw him
and you can`t hardly know
[he`s/it`s] so strange
well I, I know
[lost legs and gold in wartime]
[and lost legs and gold and we`re all running out]
well you saw him
[but even] you can`t hardly know
[he`s/it`s] so strange
well I, I know
joy, joy, joy [run, run and run on, on]
[joyful yells]
joy, joy, joy [run, run and run on, on]
[joyful yells]
joy, joy, joy [run, run and run on, on]