| My troubles test me on the daily
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| They say that only God can save me
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| I think I’m slowly goin' under
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| But I won’t ever tell my brother
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| And now I wonder where’s the good gone?
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| 'Cause I can’t find no miracles 'til I go home
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| Oh, I wonder where’s the good gone?
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| Need to find me some hope
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| Where’s my miracle? |
| Where’s my miracle?
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| Where’s my miracle?
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| It’s been a long night
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| I just might wake up on the wrong side
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| I tell myself it’ll be alright
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| Sunlight peakin' through the dark sky
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| Bottle it up, fall in the cut, all out of luck
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| Drownin' in this quicksand and I’m swallowin' mud
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| I taste temptation and I fall in and out of love
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| Grab her hand, taxi cab, in God we trust
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| You can wish on all the stars, way up in the galaxy
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| They want you to fall apart, so they can have a piece
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| I threw a hundred in a wishing well
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| Ad then I came back for a refund
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| Said «all this pressure just might tip the scale»
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| Seen it before, it’s just a re-run
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| So keep runnin', ay, I keep runnin'
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| My troubles test me on the daily
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| They say that only God can save me
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| I think I’m slowly goin' under
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| But I won’t ever tell my brother
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| And now I wonder where’s the good gone?
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| 'Cause I can’t find no miracles 'til I go home
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| Oh, I wonder where’s the good gone?
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| Need to find me some hope
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| Where’s my miracle? |
| Where’s my miracle?
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| Where’s my miracle?
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| I got some secrets, I got some secrets
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| My palms together, prayin', but I keep on thinkin' 'bout evil
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| Snake-bit in blood, and the poison, it ain’t leaving
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| Wanna sabotage everything, one and only enemy
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| If these walls could talk, they’d have a lot of blackmail
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| Is karma real or not? |
| I can’t tell
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| The Devil complimented me and said «You dance well»
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| The praise won’t save me, and neither will the fan mail
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| I’d be a sinner, but thank God I’m not religious
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| And I’m addicted, drugs and women, there’s no difference
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| I know the right, but the wrong is just so tempting
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| I’ve got a phobia, fear of what I’m missing, amen |