You've been hit with another blow 
But still you give love 
And you set our souls on fire 
You got your instant karma 
You son of a fisherman farmer 
Born to live, live free or die 

You're in your room for the very last time 
You can see the car running from the hall 
You assure us today is another good day 
And tomorrow you will love us all 

'Cause you can't have anything 
If you don't have anything 
And God, I feel just fine 
Oh, but even if you're bleeding 
You'll never stop believing 
That we all live free or die 

I'm not being too self-conscious, am I? 
You don't think I'm being too self-conscious, do you? 
Well, I'm up and I'm going west 
I can't wait and I dream of this 
I'm gonna lick this after all! 

You can't have anything 
If you don't have anything 
And God, I feel just fine 
Oh, but I wouldn't mind 
No, I wouldn't mind 
I wouldn't mind waking up tomorrow 

Chad Everett Turnpike take me past 
Manchester down to Mass 
I'm gonna lick this after all! 

You can't have if anything 
If you don't have anything 
And God, I feel just fine 
Before the fight that was caused 
And the iron that was lost 
I wouldn't mind waking up tomorrow 

You've been hit with another blow 
But still you give love 
And you set our souls on fire 
Oh, I wouldn't mind 
No, I wouldn't mind 
I wouldn't mind waking up tomorrow 

You can't have anything 
If you don't have anything 
And God, I feel just fine 
Before the fight that was caused 
And the iron that was lost 
But I wouldn't mind waking up 
No, I wouldn't mind waking up 
I wouldn't making waking up tomorrow