St. Mark's Funny Feeling

Peach Pit
Album : Magpie
Composition : Neil Smith, Christopher Vanderkooy, Peter Wilton, Michael Pascuzzi
Composing : Neil Smith, Christopher Vanderkooy, Peter Wilton, Michael Pascuzzi

You said that Sabbath day's coming
I’m already through
I believe that I was staying just for you
What good is anyone honey
Without being yours
I did almost all the things I left you for
Wasted away to nothing
Flat out on the floor without you
St. Mark's got him a funny feeling
You've been coming up
But you never looked at me
Was it bad I wanted too much for free
2 hits in a mid-day Sunday
Without being yours
I keep dropping to my knees and crying lord
Wasting away to nothing
Ground down like a stone without you
St. Mark’s got him a funny feeling
St. Mark's got him a funny feeling
You keep coming up
All I ever do is flee
I go on this way for long I must be
Two pennies short of one dollar
Frayed, i'm like a rope
With your only fornication at your throat
Wasting away to nothing
On the floor, whoosh you're gone
Left alone a-singing your song
The way that
St. Mark's got him a funny feeling