Chestnut Sunday by The Miserable Rich Lyrics

Chestnut Sunday
On the A train
But there's no way
To tell you the truth
Chestnut Sunday
On a runway
Maybe someday
I'll tell you the truth
When it runs through my head
All the things that I've said
Mean I won't go to heaven now
Chestnut Sunday
Do it my way
Lines of cocaine
And tell me the truth
When it runs through your head
All the things that you've said
Mean you won't go to heaven now
My friends are worried that this stuff's going to change me
Seems all I worry 'bout is money and ladies
I look suspicious and my answers are cagey
My friends are looking for someone that can save me
Chestnut Sunday
On the A train
But there's no way
To tell you the truth
Chestnut Sunday
Maybe one day
If it's okay
I'll tell you the truth
When it runs through your head
All the things that we've said
Mean we won't go to heaven now