Oh, my my.
How am I gonna sleep tonight?
How am I gonna sleep tonight?
With my neighbor on the lawn
shouting prayers to someone up there.
I just don't care to be holy.
I wasn't angry.
I didn't know what I was feeling.
I live in a coma, outside my bed.
They must have been joking.
Said that I could get to heaven.
And they'd show me the real love
I have never had.
Oh, my my.
How am I gonna sleep tonight?
How am I gonna sleep tonight?
With my neighbor
shouting prayers to someone up there.
I just don't care to be holy.
I learned back in grade school
never to show, never to tell.
Those kids can be so cruel
when you're by yourself.
They must have been joking.
Said that I could get to heaven.
And they'd show me the real love
I have never had.
Oh, my my.
How am I gonna sleep tonight?
How am I gonna sleep tonight?
With my neighbor out on the lawn
shouting prayers to some god up there.
I really don't care to be holy.
To be holy.
Brad Hoshaw (original songs, 2009), Mark Sebring (mash-up, 2015)
at a Brad Hoshaw Tribute Night at Barley Street Tavern in December 2015.
It was my last time in front of an audience.