The Longer I Lay Here

You're up with the sunrise and down when the works been done. With excellence industry, diligence naturally. I would like to be you just for a few habit forming years. Laziness cuts me like fine cutlery.

I need a miracle, someone to help me help myself.

Sweet Jesus, I need you, forgive me this sin, not hookers or heroin, gamblin' or gin. It sounds so ridiculous but I just can't lick this.

I need a miracle, someone to help me help myself. Someone to help me help myself.