St. Mark's Funny Feeling

You said the Sabbath days 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 Woahohhohohh, St. Mark's got him a funny feeling You've been coming up But you never look at me Was it that I wanted too much for free? Two hits and every day's Sunday Without being yours I keep dropping to my knees and crying lord Wasting away to nothing Ground down like a stone without you Woahohhohohh, 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 If 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 Here on the bone Whoosh you're gone Left alone a-singin' your song away there St. Mark's got him funny feeling