Stick the Sword in your side, rub salt in your wound
Stick needles in your eyes, you'll be forgiven soon
But that won't make it better, that won't numb the pain
It won't change the weather, only you can stop the rain
I won't be going home until the sun is in the sky
And the night has got the better of me and I think I'm gonna die
Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3
Count your blessings 1, 2, 3
No more punishment beatings, no more little broken hearts
No more self defeating, no more teardrops in the dark
Cos that won't make it easier, it won't get you out of there
Give your memories to amnesia, it's not your cross to bear
I won't be going home until the sun is in the sky
And the night has got the better of me and I think I'm gonna die
Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3
Count your blessings 1, 2, 3
What's the use in crying, what good is there in blame
What's the use in trying, if you keep it all the same
Ring a ring a rosie, a pocket full of white
Don't stop your eyes from closing
Get up, stand, be a man, get off your knees tonight
I won't be going home until the sun is in the sky
And the night has got the better of me and I think I'm gonna die
Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3
Count your blessings
I won't be going home until the sun is in the sky
And the night has got the better of me and I think I'
M gonna die
Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3
Count your blessings