That'll Do

When I wake up and the day begins.
Do I hold my breath and count to ten
or will it be three?
We'll see, we'll see.
It depends on which day of the week.
So I sing out,
Sing out loud.
I'm just one tiny motherfucker singing proud.
Singing glory,
Glory,
Hallejulah.
Yeah, that'll do,
Yeah, that'll do.

In the arms of a city,
That holds no trace for the face or space for you or me.
Go make a life not a living.
Singing glory,
Glory,
Hallejulah.
Yeah, that'll do.

There's thing to know,
and so we're told,
but the days keep rolling on so painfully playing slow.
They say there's ways to grow,
but blow by blow.
You see it all gets lost somewhere,
See I already forgot.
So sing out,
Sing out loud.
You can be another motherfucker singing proud.
Singing glory,
Glory.
Remind me glory, glory, glory...

We should all keep pretending that our dreams are patent pending.
You should see some of the scenes that I've seen.
I know love,
Cause I've flown above and beyond.
Well it's still too long of a way.
So I sing out,
Sing out loud.
We can be 10,000 motherfuckers singing proud.
Sing out glory, glory, glory...
Hallejulah.
Yeah, that'll do.

I'll sing my stories for you,
and you will sing for me, too,
and together we can make it through.
They say when you sing your praying twice
Don't that sound nice.
So rise up,
C'mon, give it a try.
So sing out,
Sing out loud.
We can be six billion motherfuckers singing proud.
Oh, sing it loud,
Sing glory, glory, glory...
Hallejulah...(repeat)

Oh, sing hallejulah.