Sundays, The

"God Made Me" by Sundays, The.

Words and music by David Gavurin and Harriet Wheeler. © 1992 Geffen Music/Warner Chappell Music, Ltd.

Looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head
Seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself
Talks that we had are becoming a blur
If only I could love my neighbor

Waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand
Doing it for the exercise I forget myself
The face that you had is becoming a blur
But how was I supposed to know that?

Because God made me
That's all they told me before
And how about you?

And it's off to work we go now you can forget about
A labor of love
It just won't wash anymore
We'd love to be good but we'd rather be bad
But how was I supposed to know that?

Because God made me
That's all they told me before
And how about you?
Because God made people
That was the luck of the draw
We do what we want

God made me
That's all they told me before
Who knows what they'll say today?
Because God made me for his sins
Imagine my eyes when I first saw
We can do what we want

How could I know?
How could I know about it?

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