Well, maybe there's a God above,
but all I've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya.
It's not a cry that you hear at night.
It's not somebody who's seen the light.
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.
Well, maybe there's a God above,
but all I've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya.
It's not a cry that you hear at night.
It's not somebody who's seen the light.
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.
