Текст песни Sunday's Best - Red Herring

A pictured life with
framed to keep but still he needs
Can he talk a good game?
It's all done wrong--he's still the same

The roundabout vagueness plague;
guitar-driven moods he displays
Play the chord, hear the ring,
it's all the rage--it's still the same

Today is the day, marked for life
Here in which we shine so bright