It's a Tuesday morning; I guess It's understood, Anything I ever thought of never came to any good. I always worshiped the ground on which stood, just because I knew I breathed air and I could. It's another Tuesday and it's understood, It's another Tuesday and it's understood, Anything I ever did was no good.
I went into my church and I knelt down and prayed. I sung a song because I wasn't afraid. I sung a song because I wasn't afraid. And now, there's people standing all around looking down. It's another Tuesday and it's understood, Nothing anyone did was any good.
I stood at my chair and I looked at the floor, I could see there wasn't a trace that would be ever more. It's another Tuesday and I guess it's understood, It's another Tuesday and I guess it's understood, I guess it's understood that it never came to any good.
I walked out and I stood on the street, I can't help but to notice I've got two feet, I can't help but to notice they take me where I want to go. It's another Tuesday and it's understood, It's another Tuesday and it's understood, Nothing I did was any good. No matter what I hoped and prayed I'd achieve, I had to walk on my own two feet, I had to walk on my own two feet.
Sometimes it's so funny when you don't have money, Sometimes, it's funny when you do too. I wanted to serve in my church but, I wasn't elected, and, The Pastors wife, she said I shouldn't have all of my eggs in one basket. I shouldn't have all my eggs in one basket. It's another Tuesday and it's understood, Nothing ever came to any Goddamn good.