The Miserable Rich - Chestnut Sunday 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 c**aine 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