Testo I Feel Alright

I was born my papa's son

A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun

Now some of you would live through me

Lock me up and throw away the key
Or just find a place to hide away

Hope that I'll just go away

I feel alright – I feel alright tonight



I'll bring you precious contraband

And ancient tales from distant lands

Of conquerors and concubines and

Conjurers from darker times
Betrayal and conspiracy

Sacrilege and heresy



I got every thing you wont or need

Your darkest fear, your fondest dream

I ask you questions, tell you lies

Criticize and sympathize

Be careful what you wish for friend

Because I've been to hell and now I'm back again