by Bob Halligan Jr

You may need to upgrade your Flash Player to view this video or listen to this track. Click here to upgrade. If you have the latest Flash Player, you may to ensure javascript is enabled.

You Rate It!

• 1
• 2
• 3
• 4
• 5

This item has not yet been rated!

Please login to Rate!

Error; There was a problem sending your vote in. Please try again later.

Lyrics

I live in a dungeon, my mind made for me.

I peel like an onion, in layers of "woe is me."

'Cause I'm a freight train, but somethin's in the way.

Cold night who needs to see day.

Big mouth with nothing to say, hi-yi-ya-o.

Prize fighter, never won a prize.

A baptizer who isn't baptized.

I'm nothing till I wake up, till I realize...



All I need in the darkest hour

is my faith, your power.

It will make sweet whatever's sour.

My faith, your power.



I twist through a tunnel of narrow belief.

I drip through a funnel into a tub of grief.

'Cause I'm a first tenor, hasn't got a tune.

Latecomer; shows up too soon.

Dish o' H‰agen Dazs with no spoon, hi-yi-ya-o.

Bat 'n' glove; can't find a ball.

Ballerina, walks into a wall.

I'm nothin', got nothing, not till I recall...



I can rely on you alone.

No one could take your place.

I can deny that you're my home,

but you're my air, my sky, my time, my space.



'Cause I'm a freight train,

but somethin's in the way.

Cold night who needs to see day.

Big mouth with nothing to say, hi-yi-ya-o.

Prize fighter, never won a prize.

A baptizer who isn't baptized.

I'm nothing till I wake up, till I realize.