Handyman (acoustic)

I'm a sinner I will consider
I am my father's son
I'm a sinner I must consider
I've never owned a gun

I'm a sinner, seasoned beginner
I'm lucky to be alive
I'm a sinner, finished my dinner
Now I can go outside

If only yesterday
Took place tomorrow
I'd pray for sleep
And wake you and lift your head
So I can fix your hand
I'll be your handyman (handyman)

I'm not brittle I'm just a little
Scared of your temperament
I'm not brittle I'm just a little
Scared of my government

I'm not brittle Head hurts a little
Staring up overhead
I'm not brittle I'm just a riddle
Born of white, blue and red

If only yesterday
Took place tomorrow
I pray for sleep
And wake you and lift your head
So I can fix your hand
I'll be your handyman (handyman)

Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do

If only yesterday
Took place tomorrow
I pray for sleep
And wake you and lift your head
So I can fix your hand
I'll be your handyman

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