You won't believe me, but here goes
You know that sort of scamp who strikes the poet's pose?
Dear reader, I was one of those
Of that disheveled set of self-style Romeos
I was quite charming in my day
No, not a skill, a liability, I'd say
Christ, they were everywhere, my poor heart used to break
To think I'd never love them all, still I tried anyway
Hallelujah, the world will wear you down
Until it pours right through you, filled from foot to crown
From grace to ground
Now here's a terrifying thought
What if each one of us deserved everything he got?
The idea disgusts you, but guess what?
This world remembers everything that we conveniently forgot
And think, more terrifying yet
Each of us will deserve exactly what he gets
A fact we're hard-pressed to accept
That rather brutal way things work out for the best
One night a knocking at my door
A girl I knew, but with a gun I hadn't seen before
Well, all is fair and love is war
Suffice to say, I lived, but ne'er would walk no more
And friends, I know how strange this sounds
But after years of wheeling this old body round
There is a certain simple peace that I have found
The equanimity of having settled one's accounts
Hallelujah, the world will wear you down
Until it pours right through you, filled from foot to crown
Hallelujah, the world will wear you down
Until it pours right through you, filled from foot to crown
From grace to ground