You’ve been hit with another blow
But still you give love
And you set our souls on fire
You got your instant karma
You son of a fisherman farmer
Born to live, live free or die
You’re in your room for the very last time
You can see the car running from the hall
You a**ure us today is another good day
And tomorrow you will love us all
‘Cause you can’t have anything
If you don’t have anything
And God, I feel just fine
Oh, but even if you’re bleeding
You’ll never stop believing
That we all live free or die
I’m not being too self-conscious, am I?
You don’t think I’m being too self-conscious, do you?
Well, I’m up and I’m going west
I can’t wait and I dream of this
I’m gonna lick this after all!
You can’t have anything
If you don’t have anything
And God, I feel just fine
Oh, but I wouldn’t mind
No, I wouldn’t mind
I wouldn’t mind waking up tomorrow
Chad Everett Turnpike take me past
Manchester down to Mass
I’m gonna lick this after all!
You can’t have if anything
If you don’t have anything
And God, I feel just fine
Before the fight that was caused
And the iron that was lost
I wouldn’t mind waking up tomorrow
You’ve been hit with another blow
But still you give love
And you set our souls on fire
Oh, I wouldn’t mind
No, I wouldn’t mind
I wouldn’t mind waking up tomorrow
You can’t have anything
If you don’t have anything
And God, I feel just fine
Before the fight that was caused
And the iron that was lost
But I wouldn’t mind waking up
No, I wouldn’t mind waking up
I wouldn’t making waking up tomorrow