Letras
If you stand in the mirror
And your look you feel's doomed
There's damnatory bells
Under a scathing moon
Called by the lights on the runway
To fly away on a big balloon
In Orange, Ivory, and red/maroon
Your -
Your Sunday Feathers
Put em' on be free Sunday feathers
Put em' on and be free Sunday Feathers
Off to Pecos Bill's
Past the Griffith motel
Where the neon glooms
Palm tree in your room
Called by the lights on the runway
To fly away on a big balloon
In Orange, Ivory, and red/maroon
Your -
Your Sunday Feathers
Put em' on be free Sunday feathers
Put em' on and be free Sunday Feathers