Hallelujah
The Rubens Lyrics

Well, you're a fool on your back with a book in your hand and no handle on front
You're lying on your back like a fool with a book in your hand but you can't seem to find a way to make progress.

You got the power to think and a heart with a beat, but you're using just one
You have both the ability to think and feel, but you're ignoring one of them.

I feel you're looking at me as if you're hoping to see I got a foot for a ton
I sense that you are scrutinizing me, in hopes of finding some flaw I might have.

'Cause I'm a son of a gun Thank goodness you've come
But I'm a talented and capable person, and luckily you've arrived to see that.

(I'm saved) hallelujah, hallelujah, halle- (I'm saved) hallelujah, hallelujah, halle- (Too late) what's it to ya, what's it to ya, what's it- (I'm saved) hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-
I feel relief and exultation, and it doesn't matter to anyone else.

I'd like a kick in the teeth or a pat on the back if we're taking it slow
If we are going to proceed slowly, I'd like either some harsh feedback or some praise.

There'll be a sword in my side to siphon the life, create a venomous flow
I expect to endure pain that will allow me to channel my experiences into something powerful and impactful.

You've got no message to preach, there's not a lot you can teach that I don't already know
I don't think you have anything important to say, as I feel I've learned everything there is to know already.

Now I'm not sure of much but on love, you can bet that I ain't ever wrong
I may not be certain about many things, but I know for sure that I'm always right when it comes to love.

It's a thrill and a rush 'cause one moment it's here and the next it is gone
Love is a fast-paced and exhilarating experience, but also can vanish just as quickly.

Chop me up into bits, put a pinch on my lip and call a feather a ton
I'm willing to undergo intense hardships and inexplicable situations for my beliefs.

'Cause I'm a son of a gun Thank goodness you've come 'Cause I'm a son of a gun 'Cause I'm a son of a gun I'ma wait 'til you're done
I'm confident in my abilities and grateful that you are here to see them, so I'll wait for you to make your judgments.

(Don't wait) for me, Hunter, I'm in front of you forever (Don't wait) on my feeling that you're healin', you're a dancer (Just take) take a moment, slow your movement, now go faster (I'm saved) not a loser, 'cause you used her, hallelujah
Don't hold back for me, keep moving forward. Don't rely on my intuition to heal you, rely on your own instincts. Take a moment to slow down before speeding up, and that way I'll feel like I'm not a failure, but hallelujah that you were able to use your powers effectively.