I will consider

I am my father's son

I'm a sinner

I must consider

I've never owned a gun

I'm a sinner

Seasoned beginner

Lucky to be alive

I'm a sinner

Finished my dinner

Now I can go outside

If only yesterday took place tomorrow

I'd pray for sleep

And wake you and lift your head

So I can fix your hand I'll be your handyman

I'm not brittle I'm just a little

Scared of your temperament

I'm not brittle I'm just a little

Scared of my government

I'm not brittle

Head hurts a little

Staring up overhead

I'm not brittle

I'm just a riddle

Born of white, blue and red

If only yesterday took place tomorrow

I pray for sleep

And wake you and lift your head

So I can fix your hand I'll be your handyman