They called your bluff, they fed you a lie
There's more blue in you than there is in the sky
Is this what you prayed for, is this what you hoped?
You can't hang yourself, boy, without enough rope
And all of the children, are gathered around
All of the corn in the modern sound
Beer here on Sunday, is breakfast in bed
You're so damn alive, boy, but halfway dead
So when you wake, when you get around come Sunday
I'll be halfway to the other side
Beer here for breakfast, breakfast in bed
You ain't half the man that you are in your head
How you ain't half the man that you are in your head
How you ain't half the man that you are in your head
You're only human, we all know it too
Does that make your vices, a crutch or the truth
They called you a sickness, an outright disease
Does praying to your God make you hot in the cheeks?
So when you wake, when you get around come Sunday
I'll be halfway to the other side
Beer here for breakfast, breakfast in bed
You ain't half the man that you are in your head
How you ain't half the man that you are in your head
How you ain't half the man that you are in your head
You ain't a sickness, you ain't a disease
Does praying to your God make you hot in the cheeks?
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