Sunday morning 10 AM, I awake to find my preacher friend Screaming at me through my tv, well I hope he hears my song Standing there with his righteous self, he's lost some faith he's gained some wealth. I don't comprehend why I need to sin If all I do is wrong.
You see I'm lonely. But I don't need you To tell me, how to make it through.
12 AM on a saturday, I walk the streets to my dismay My preacher friend on the corner again, well I look at him and smile
I say I'm lonely, but I don't need you To tell me, how to make it through Cause I can figure this out on my own Well I don't need you to tell me I'm wrong No way
Yes I'm lonely but I don't need you To tell me how to make it through Cause I'm lonely, but I don't need you To tell me how to make it through
