Songtext zu 'Hallelujah' von The Rubens

You're a fool on your back with a book in your hand and no handle on fun
You got the power to think and a heart with a beat but you're using just one
I fell you looking at me as if you're hoping to see I got a fork for a tongue
Cos I'm a son of a gun thank godness you've come

I'm saved hallelujah
I'm saved hallelujah too late
What's it to ya
I'm saved hallelujah

I'd like a kick in the eeth or a pat on the back if we're taking it slow
Maybe a sword in my side to syphon the life create a venomous flow
You've got no message to preach there's not a love you can teach that I don't already know
Cos I'm a son of a gun
And I'll wait til you're done

I'm saved hallelujah
I'm saved hallelujah too late
What's it to ya
I'm saved hallelujah

Now I'm not sure of much but of love can bet that I ain't ever wrong
It's a thrill and a rush cos one moment it's here and the next it is gone
Chop me up into bits put a pinch on my lip and call a feather a tonne
Cos I'm a son of gun

I'm saved hallelujah
I'm saved hallelujah too late
What's it to ya
I'm saved hallelujah
Don't wait
For me hunter, I'm front of, you forever
Don't hate
On my feeling, that you're kneeling, you're dancer just take
Take a moment, slow your movement, now go faster
I'm saved
Not a loser, cos you used to, hallelujah