Lyrics:

Heres to the man who gives to the poor With a hole in his pride you know He only wants to give more Heres to the man who feels for the weak The moral of this story is You can never have too much, too late Perhaps I need you More than I appreciate you We all feel a little danger When theres something in the air We all feel a little hunger When theres nothing to care about Perhaps I need you More than you need me Heres to the man who deals with his life Who is not insecure and will Always try to do right Heres to the man who feels for the weak The moral of this story is You can never have too much, too late Perhaps I need you More than I appreciate you I dont know why you treat me like you do You continuously break my heart When you say I dont understand you We all feel a little danger When theres something in the air We all feel a little hunger When theres something to care about Sayin something, sayin nothing You will be a little quieter with a gun in your mouth I am facing north and youre still facing south Perhaps I need you More than you need me