Текст песни «Handyman»

I’m a sinner I will consider, I am my father’s son I’m a sinner I must consider, I’ve never owned a gun I’m a sinner Seasoned beginner, lucky to be alive I’m a sinner Finished my dinner, now I can go outside If only yesterday took place tomorrow I’d pray for sleep And wake you and lift your head So I can fix your hand I’ll be your handyman I’m not brittle I’m just a little scared of your temperament I’m not brittle I’m just a little scared of my government I’m not brittle Head hurts a little staring up overhead I’m not brittle I’m just a riddle Born of white, blue and red If only yesterday took place tomorrow I’d pray for sleep And wake you and lift your head So I can fix your hand I’ll be your handyman If only yesterday took place tomorrow I’d pray for sleep And wake you and lift your head So I can fix your hand I’ll be your handyman