I was born my papa's son 
 A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun 
 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 I'll just go away 
 
 I feel alright – I feel alright tonight 
 
 I'll 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 feel alright – I feel alright tonight 
 
 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 I've been to hell and now I'm back again
 
 I feel alright – I feel alright tonight