when i wake up with the morning light, i can always breathe somehow, that never has meant much to me and i can't say, i am thankful for the things i have i'm a hell of a guy living a hell of a lie
and if i gave it all away i'd expect something back, i'm never sure that i could tell you where my heart is at cause every good thing i do is a selfish act and i'm a hell of a guy living a hell of a lie
that's why i don't understand where you come in showing a son of dirt how to be a man i tried to refuse your name, still you love the same singing hallelujah singing hallelujah