That's why there's no heartbeat   That's why it's all so cracked
That's why the wings are burning   That's why it hurts to laugh

  My Sunday best was never very good
  My Sunday best was never very good, no
  My Sunday best was never good enough
  and that's why I keep on hangin'

Fathers, Sons, Holy Smokels
and the last thing he ever said
to my sad scared young scarred body was this:
"Be good."

"Be good."

  All else failed so I was good
  All else failed so I was good, yeah
  All else failed and so did I
  All else failed...

There was some simple, radical difference about him;
he hoped it was genius, feared it was madness,
devoted himself to amiability and inconscpicuousness

  My Sunday best was never very good
  My Sunday best was never very good, no
  My Sunday best was never good enough
  and that's why I keep on hangin'

That's why the birds ain't singin'
That's why my eyes are sad
That's why my home is gone
Obscured by my past

  All else failed so I was good
  All else failed so I was good, yeah
  All else failed and so did I
  All else failed...