I'm a sinner
I will consider, I am my father's son
I'm a sinner
I must consider, I've never owned a gun
I'm a sinner
Seasoned beginner, lucky to be alive
I'm a sinner
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
I'm not brittle
I'm just a little scared of my government
I'm not brittle
Head hurts a little staring up overhead
I'm not brittle
I'm just a riddle
Born of white, blue and red
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
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