Bracing For Sunday歌詞

Bracing For Sunday - Neko Case.I dropped my gloves into the stoveHymns echoed out the grateI fell in love with those electric lightsThat drug me into town so late.To nimble, cunning, clever nightsI railed behind them, deputizedTo scrape the lens of Christian eyes,.I'm a Friday night girlBracing for Sunday to come.I only ever held one love,Her name was Mary AnneShe died having a child by her brotherHe died because I murdered him..I shot him through his jelly eyeAnd I won myself his wicked life,Now I thread-the-needle waltz through mine,.I'm a Friday night girlBracing for Sunday to come..I emptied onto shifting sheets,Staring rosary holes in my ceiling,Waiting for my purpose to deliver,And reveal itself to meBut all I hear are subway trainsBang against their bedrock lanesSo I bang a