Sunday Morning

I got rules and I break 'em
Got laws, I don’t make 'em
I got chance
And I don’t know what I’m doing
'Cos I got rules so I break 'em
I got friends, I don’t make 'em
And I think of what I’m doing then don’t want to do it anymore
It’s all denial, you run a mile
Ya got things to do
But it don’t get far and you won’t fit that shoe
Hey, hey, hey, hey, I know
I got rules, I don’t break them
I got friends, I can’t make them
And on stage, you can’t fake them
I got drugs, I don’t take them
Ambition is a weird thing, it’s always out of sight
It’s like walking through fog at night
It’s always out of reach
That’s a thing you can’t teach
Fog is always out of reach
I’ve got ambition, it’s like the fog at night
It’s always just out of reach and that’s a thing you can’t teach
Like the fog at night it’s just out of your reach
But always in your sight
And what I do is not life and death
By Sunday I’ve got nothing left
And what I do is not life and death
By Sunday I’ve got nothing left
I’ve got ambition
Sunday morning with your Sunday papers
Have your Sunday dinner with your kids and your second wife
It’s Sunday morning, read your Sunday papers
With your Christmas slippers on and 50 colour supplements
(I've got ambition)
Sun, sun, shine on me
Sun, sun, shine on me
Sun, sun, shine on me
Sun, sun, shine on me