Sunday Suit — текст песни (Hot Water Music)

Shun me I`ve done you wrong.
Mocked you and broke your home.
Carried on as a king to throne. I know, I loathed.
I`ve reconciled my faith with no way to explain where it comes from.
Heard out suspicious ways, forwent the drowning pain. Oh, and I`ve had mine
Sunday suit never fit quite right, maybe why I never saw your light.
Fear had its grip for quite sometime, so I obeyed and lied.
Listen, don`t hear this wrong, you`ve taught me what I know.
Though I`m not what you want, I`ve found peace on my own.
Sunday suit never fit quite right, maybe why I left Siddhartha style.
I choose a path of open minds, am I damned for it?
I know the evils of mankind and I keep far from them.
Do all I can to grow inside. Judge me for that.