Prayer

I got ground beneath my feet and almost on my teeth
I can read between the lines
I turn bitter into sweet, I can do it in my sleep
With a little job I got on the side
But still
Sometimes I feel
I don’t have a soul
I hope this prayer
Will get me along
Yeah will get me along
Whoa-oh-oh
I play any part to get me what I want
Dumb it down or dial it up
I’m good at using charm, it’s an underrated art
Don’t need the courage of a drunken cus
But still
Sometimes I feel
I don’t have a soul
I wrote me a prayer
To get me along
Yeah will get me along
Whoa-oh-oh
If my aim was off
My intent true
Would you still think the same of m as
As I think of
You-ooh-hoo-hoo
You-ooh-hoo-hoo
Oh yeah
Sometimes I feel
I don’t hav a soul
So I wrote me a prayer
To get me along
Yeah will get me along
Whoa-oh-oh
Yeah will get me along
Whoa-oh-oh