You've been hit with another blow But still you give love And you set our souls on fire You got your instant karma You son of a fisherman farmer Born to live, live free or die
You're in your room for the very last time You can see the car running from the hall You assure us today is another good day And tomorrow you will love us all
'Cause you can't have anything If you don't have anything And God, I feel just fine Oh, but even if you're bleeding You'll never stop believing That we all live free or die
I'm not being too self-conscious, am I? You don't think I'm being too self-conscious, do you? Well, I'm up and I'm going west I can't wait and I dream of this I'm gonna lick this after all!
You can't have anything If you don't have anything And God, I feel just fine Oh, but I wouldn't mind No, I wouldn't mind I wouldn't mind waking up tomorrow
Chad Everett Turnpike take me past Manchester down to Mass I'm gonna lick this after all!
You can't have if anything If you don't have anything And God, I feel just fine Before the fight that was caused And the iron that was lost I wouldn't mind waking up tomorrow
You've been hit with another blow But still you give love And you set our souls on fire Oh, I wouldn't mind No, I wouldn't mind I wouldn't mind waking up tomorrow
You can't have anything If you don't have anything And God, I feel just fine Before the fight that was caused And the iron that was lost But I wouldn't mind waking up No, I wouldn't mind waking up I wouldn't making waking up tomorrow