Look hard, in my eyes, tell me three things you really love about me Cold heart, cold lies, I get the feeling you could get along without me Look up, look in, somebody up there will absolve you of your sins Look deep, accept, baby, baby you might just get some help And late at night you say your faithful And in the morning swear your grateful You get, in touch, and maybe baby you meditate too much Blue books, and such, talk about a bible, talkin' 'bout a crutch Grateful, we're really pleased, Grateful, see you on your knees Grateful, hey baby' it's killin' me Wearin your serenity, the way you used to wear your disease Open eyes, asleep, looks like somebody must have cut you pretty deep With a big drill, a big knife, they've got a bag of tricks to open up your mind Serene, eyes blank, you say your thankful but you don't know who to thank Thank God, he's good, he turned you from a junky to a piece of fuckin' wood Grateful, you got the help Grateful, we wish you well Grateful, hey baby' what the hell? Nice to see you healthy but I used to like you better