Well the sun came up this morning   Like a burning red balloon   It broke into my window   And it slipped across the room   It spread itself upon me   Like the smell of sweet perfume   I was sleeping like a baby      I'm not a saviour   I'm not a saint   I'm not an angel   I'm not that quaint      Don't need a preacher   To be that wise   Don't need a teacher -   I've got my eyes...      You hurt me & I hate you   You hurt me      A history of bitterness   You have left a blazing trail   If you had been a hammer   I'd be a broken nail   You gave me nothing -   Nothing but regrets   Don't think it's over -   It's not over yet      You hurt me & I hate you   You hurt me...      And everytime   You try to fool yourself   You've only got yourself   To blame   And every lie you ever   Told yourself   Will all come back to you   One day