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 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