Sunday Morning lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sunday morning, mother's calling
Wear a dress but not that short thing
Someone's creeping, father's preaching
Teach your children how to please him

[Chorus]
Fill my lungs with holy water, where you'll claim me as your daughter

[Verse 2]
Shoe box empty, make-up's handy
So much for the happy family
Someone's creeping, father's preaching
Teach your children how to please him

[Chorus]
Fill my lungs with holy water, where you'll claim me as your daughter
Fill my lungs with holy water, where you'll claim me as your daughter

[Bridge]
I've lived a thousand Sunday mornings
I've read the verses, heard the warnings
I swear, I'm not the antichrist
But something 'bout it don't feel right
So when it gets to Sunday morning
I'll take an extra glass for more
When they're pouring out the blood of Christ
Maybe then I'll see the light
[Chorus]
Fill my lungs with holy water, where you'll claim me as your daughter
Fill my lungs with holy water, where you'll claim me as your daughter