Bad Man's Song

Heard every word that was said that night

When the light of the world put the world to right

Well, here's to the boys back in 628

Where an ear to the wall was a twist of fate

I will shine a blindin' light

Through those hearts as black as night

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But at least the seeds of love will be sown

Now, once in a while when I feel no shame

I get down on my knees and I pray for rain

And though the breeze blows gently while I state my case

There'll be certain men waitin' just to scratch my face

Hand on my heart, I will make a stand

For the life and the times of the mirror man

In my head, there is a mirror

When I've been bad, I've been wrong

Food for the saints that are quick to judge me

Hope for a bad man

This is the bad man's song

Guilt in the frame of the looking glass

Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass

Where the jigsaw pieces of a broken man

Try and fit themselves together again

Lies in disguise in the name of trust

Put your head in the sand, it'll turn to dust

What's your problem? What's your curse?

Won't it make the matter worse?

In my head, there is a mirror

When I've been bad, I've been wrong

Food for the saints that are quick to judge me

Hope for a bad man

This is the bad man's song

They say faith can move mountains

Fire can cleanse your soul

Faith can move mountains

But mind over matter won't stop all your chatter, no

Faith can move mountains

Faith can move mountains

But mind over matter won't stop all your chatter, no

I heard every word that was said that night

When the light of the world put the world to right

When I hear soft whispers at the break of day

Sweet talkin' boys who can do no wrong

And the stories are tall as the day is long

With such a thin line drawn between friend and foe

Lord, help me now and bless my soul

Look at yourself, see how you lie

Your hands start shakin' and you don't know why

Look at yourself, see how you lie

Your hands start shakin', they start shakin'

Look at yourself, see how you lie

Your hands start shakin' and you don't know why

Look at yourself, see how you lie

Your hands start shake, shake, shake, don't know why

Well, there's food for the saints that are quick to judge me

Hope for a bad man

In my head, there is a mirror

When I've been bad, I've been wrong

Food for the saints that are quick to judge me

Hope for a bad man

This here is the bad man's song

In my head, there is a mirror

When I've been bad, I've been wrong

Food for the saints that are quick to judge me

Hope for a bad man

This is the bad man's song