Sunday morning 10am I wake to find my preacher friend Screamin' at me through my TV, that all I've done is wrong. Standing there with his righteous self He's lost some faith, he's gained some wealth. I don't comprehend that I need to send I hope you hear my song. CHORUS Because I'm lonely, but I don't need you To tell me how to make it through. 12 a.m. on a Saturday I walk the streets to my dismay, My preacher friend on the strip again, I look at him and smile. CHORUS BRIDGE I can figure this out on my own, I don't need you to tell I'm wrong, I'm just lonely! From Letras Mania