Hallelujah

You're a fool on your back

With a book in your hand

And no handle on fun

You got the power to think and a heart with a beat

But you're using just one

I feel you looking at me

As if you're hoping to see I got fork for a tongue

'Cause I'm a son of a gun

Thank goodness you've come

I'm saved, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-

I'm saved, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-

Too late, what's it to ya? What's it to ya? What's it

I'm saved, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-

I'd like a kick in the teeth or a pat on the back

If we're taking it slow

Maybe be a sword in my side to siphon the life

Create a venomous flow

You've got no message to preach

There's not a love you can teach that I don't already know

'Cause I'm a son of a gun

And I'll wait till you're done

I'm saved, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-

I'm saved, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-

Too late, what's it to ya? What's it to ya? What's it

I'm saved, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-

Now I'm not sure of much

But of love, you can bet that I ain't ever wrong

It's a thrill and a rush

'Cause one moment it's here

And the next it is gone

Chop me up into bits

Put a pinch on my lip

And call a feather a tonne

'Cause I'm a son of a gun

Thank goodness you've come

'Cause I'm a son of a gun

'Cause I'm a son of a gun

And I'll wait till you're done

'Cause I'm a son of a gun

I'm saved, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-

I'm saved, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-

Too late, what's it to ya? What's it to ya? What's it

I'm saved, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-

Don't wait

For me Hunter, I'm in front of you forever

Don't hate on my feeling that you're kneeling

You're a dancer

Just take

Take a moment, slow your movement

Now go faster

I'm saved

Not a loser, 'cause you used to

Hallelujah