I was born my papa's son
A wandering eye and a smokin' gun
Now some of you you would live through me
Would lock me up and throw away the key
Or just find a place to hide away
And Hope that I'll just go away, huh
I feel alright
I feel alright tonight
I feel alright
I feel alright tonight
Now I bring you precious contraband
And ancient tales from distant lands
Of conquerors and concubines
And conjurers from darker times
Of betrayal and conspiracy
Sacrilege and heresy
I feel alright
I feel alright tonight
I feel alright
I feel alright tonight
I got every thing you wont or need
Your darkest fear your fondest dreams
Ask you questions tell you lies
Criticize and sympathize
Well 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
I feel alright
I feel alright tonight