Gotta make you understand, never gonna give you up, never gonna tell a lie, and desert you, never gonna let you down, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie, and hurt you
"No one can be just like me anyway" "Not about the money" "My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week 'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Amen. Amen. Amen"
"And I know it’s hard when you’re falling down And it’s a long way up when you hit the ground Get up now, get up, get up now."