I was born my papa's son 

A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun 

Now some of you would live through me 

Lock me up and throw away the key 

Or just find a place to hide away 

Hope that I'll just go away 



I feel alright – I feel alright tonight 



I'll bring you precious contraband 

And ancient tales from distant lands 

Of conquerors and concubines and 

Conjurers from darker times 

Betrayal and conspiracy 

Sacrilege and heresy 



I feel alright – I feel alright tonight 



I got every thing you wont or need 

Your darkest fear, your fondest dream 

I ask you questions, tell you lies 

Criticize and sympathize 

Be careful what you wish for friend 

Because I've been to hell and now I'm back again



I feel alright – I feel alright tonight