paroles de chanson Hallelujah - The Rubens

Well, you're a fool in the back with a book in your hand and no handle on front
You got the power to think and a heart with a beat, but you're using just one
I feel you're looking at me as if you're hoping to see I got a {foot} for a ton
'Cause I'm a son of a gun
Thank goodness you've come
(I'm saved)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
(I'm saved)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
(Too late)
What's it to ya, what's it to ya, what's it
(I'm saved)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
I'd like a kick in the teeth or a pat on the back if we're taking it slow
There'll be a sword in my side to siphon the life, create a venomous flow
You've got no message to preach, there's not a lot you can teach that I don't already know
'Cause I'm a son of a gun
And I'll wait 'til you're done
(I'm saved)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
(I'm saved)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
(Too late)
What's it to ya, what's it to ya, what's it
(I'm saved)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
Now I'm not sure of much but on love, you can bet that I ain't ever wrong
It's a thrill and a rush 'cause one moment it's here and the next it is gone
Chop me up into bits, put a pinch on my lips and call a feather a ton
'Cause I'm a son of a gun
Thank goodness you've come
'Cause I'm a son of a gun
'Cause I'm a son of a gun
I'mma wait 'til you're done
'Cause I'm a son of a gun
(I'm saved)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
(I'm saved)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
(Too late)
What's it to ya, what's it to ya, what's it
(I'm saved)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
(Don't wait)
{For me Hunter,} I'll {be fault} to you forever
(Don't wait)
On my feeling that you're {needing, go and dance-uh}
(Just take)
Take a moment, slow your movement, now go faster
(I'm saved)
Not a loser, 'cause {you used her}, hallelujah