Feel Alright

I was born my papas son
A wanderineye and a smokingun
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 Ill just go away
I feel alright –I feel alright tonight
Ill 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 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 Ive been to hell and now Im back again