"St. Mark's Funny Feeling" lyrics

You said the 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
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