I lost all faith in my God, in his religion too I told the angels they could sing their songs to someone new I lost all trust in my friends, I watched my heart turn to stone I thought that I was left to walk this wicked world alone
Tonight I'll dust myself off Tonight I'll suck my gut in I'll face the night and I'll pretend I got something to believe in
And I had lost touch with reason I watched life criticize the truth Been waiting for a miracle I know you have too
Though I know I won't win I'll take this one on the chin We'll raise a toast and I'll pretend I got something to believe in
If I don't believe in Jesus, how can I believe the Pope If I don't believe in heroin, how can I believe the dope If there's nothing but survival, how can I believe in sin In a world that gives you nothing, We need something to believe in.
If I don't believe in Jesus, how can I believe the Pope If I don't believe in heroin, how can I believe the dope If there's nothing but survival, how can I believe in sin In a world that gives you nothing, We need something to believe in.
Compositor: John Francis Bongiovi (PRS)Editores: Bonjovi Music, Universal Music Publishing International Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2007 (01/Out) e lançado em 1999ECAD verificado obra #21258854 e fonograma #1087720 em 08/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM