awolnation
i'm a sinner
i will consider
i am my father's son
i must consider
i've never owned a gun
seasoned beginner
lucky to be alive
finished my dinner
now i can go outside
if only yesterday took place tomorrow
i'd pray for sleep
and wake you and lift your head
so i can fix your hand
i'll be your handyman
i'm not brittle
i'm just a little
scared of your temperament
scared of my government
head hurts a little
staring up overhead
i'm just a riddle
born of white
blue and red
i pray for sleep