Lord I’m tired, Lord I’m weary and my soul is yours to keep!
Lord I’m tired, Lord I’m weary but my soul is yours my soul is weak!
I’ve been hitting on the drink, taking drugs, ******* women lord and fighting in the clubs.
I got two arms, I got two legs, I got a body lord, and I got a head,
That makes me human, that makes me human, that makes me human lord, but that an’t kind!
That makes me human, that makes me human, that makes me human lord, but that an’t kind!
I like to think that’s there’s a light, in the deepest darkest night,
Somewhere I might lay my head and not wake up cold and dead,
Somewhere I’ll find peace of mind some place lie paradise,
Do you hear?