| He woke up every day to a sign hung above his bed |
| «Remember you’re dying» is all it read |
| He met with brothers and others and continued on his way as if to say |
| «We're in this together |
| For worse, for better» |
| Leafing through the pamphlets he stuck out his calloused hands |
| Standing on the corner, he’d still pray for their demands |
| And no one said that mourning would be easy |
| But trying beats dying so he felt content to see |
| And no one said that mourning would be easy |
| But trying beats dying so he felt content to see |
| Hallelujah |
| And he sings |
| Hallelujah |
| And he sings |
| Hallelujah |
| And he sings |
| Hallelujah |
| He thinks of himself as a «doer» and gets things done |
| Stacks of goals and footwear holes concur |
| Schedule billed and mailbox filled |
| And no time left to think of her |
| He flips the channel and prays for suicide bombers |
| So misguided they’d die for a lie |
| And falls asleep in front of glow of TV’s snow |
| And winds up awake at night, looking at his sign |
| And he’s lying on a lie |
| And he’s lying on a lie |
| And he’s lying on a lie |
| And he’s lying on a lie |
| That says that he’s living |
| That says that he’s living |
| That says that he’s living |
| That says that he’s living |
| That says that he’s living |
| That says that he’s living |
| That says that he’s living |
| That says that he’s living |
| That says that he’s living |
| That says that he’s living |
| That says that he’s living |
| That says that he’s living |