My Faith Your Power Bob Halligan Jr.

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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.