"Hi, I'm The Preacher's Son" lyrics

When I was a child my father said
Never run before you crawl
And you must never forget
To listen for a call
If you hear it don't relent
Give everything, give all

Since then I have fallen down so many times
That I no longer feel the pain
So many times I thought
That I may never rise again
And when the dust began to clear
I could hear a call so faint

I am no fortunate son
I am no favoured one
I am but a loaded gun
Fired into a world gone wrong
Face down in the dirt I learned
You don't always get what you deserve
I can hide, I can try to run
But I am what I have become

And now that I have children of my own
My father's voice returns
Reminding me to teach them
How to lean into the yearning
How to listen, how to hear
How the still voice to discern

I am no fortunate son
I am no favoured one
I am but a loaded gun
Fired into a world gone wrong
Face down in the dirt I learned
You don't always get what you deserve
I can hide, I can try to run
But I am what I have become

I am no fortunate son
And I am no favoured one
Like you I'm a loaded gun
Fired into a world gone wrong
Face down in the dirt I learned
You don't always get what you deserve
I can hide, I can try to run
But I am what I have become

Hi, I'm the preacher's son
Hi, I'm
Hi, I'm the preacher's son

Put your hands up
Everybody put your hands up
Put your hands up
Everybody put your hands up

Put your hands up
Everybody put your hands up
Put your hands up
Everybody put your hands up