Hey man, I’m just like you:
Too many people made you black and blue
Got your teeth knocked out in a bar last week
Get out of bed but you feel too weak.
Hey, hold on. What’s that sound?
Hear the drum beat underground
In a dark room ring curious bells
Everybody's running away from hell
You're a friend to Jesus and you're on the street
Doing drugs with the people you meet
There's a shadow in a car who's looking for you
Wants to know what kind of things you like to do!
Hey, hold on. What’s that sound?
Hear the drum beat underground
In a dark room ring curious bells
Everybody's running away from hell
Well, things are pretty good
Because they're not bad enough
To be called "bad"
Call a truce on a deuce this life is rough.
Be strong
Hang tough