I Take Pity On Myself

I've endured days, manifold I've encountered winter's cold I've cried love cajoled But I've never surrendered yet? I've wished I were dead. But there's always a watershed. When you praise the lord You've paid your last debt You no longer dwell on regret I've stomached heartache. That would starch your blood. And leave you heartsick. I've suffered countless betrayals. I've grieved like a hound baleful. I've howled, hymnal for a woman's love. And hit my head on every rainstorm cloud Oh, praise the lord 'I take pity on myself.' Oh, praise the lord. Tomorrow is sweeter, filled with light. And I feel like painting the town red tonight. Till it's time to wave goodbye And say goodnight! Would you believe me, 'the winner of a prize fight? '