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The Wrong Song

I stand here before you

The way life has made me

Ill mannered, foul mouthed

Bad tempered and lazy

I stare at your world

Down the neck of a bottle

Every day is a death ride

When I hold the throttle.

To the drowning I am water

For your calm I am the storm

I'm the fiend who's with your daughter

In bed well before the dawn.

Was I the cat that got the bird?

They'll put the blame on me

Everything was grand in wonderland

Till Charles Manson came to tea.

Each moment's a game

And I must play it to win

And if you cannot bear it

Then you'll just have to grin

All the world is a stage

So I aim to upstage you

("By the pricking of my thumbs")

Kill me off - but like Banquo

I'll come back to plague you

("Something wicked this way comes")

All martyrs seek their cross and nails

The rebels grail his cause

So I'll just sign away my soul

And forget the buy-out clause.

The few who see me through my disguise

Abhore, deplore, hate and despise me

I care not what you perceive

Fall unto your knees

Jack the Ripper went to Sunday school

With his best friends Mack the Knife

And the blue eyed boy

Who lives next door

He's a junkie Jesus Christ.

Do you think I'll be sad

'cus you don't like me

Well I consider it highly unlikely

Spill the milk but I won't cry

My eyes are watertight

Like my alibi.

Yes I'll love you then leave you

For no apparent reason

My names are many

My friends call me "Legion"

The light that casts the shadows

Darker shades of black

That hide the drugged up mugger

Who will stab you in the back.

I'm not the type of angel

Who fell from divine grace

I'm the one who was so bad

He never got there in the first place

The vulture in the wings

As the battle flags unfurl

"Pleased to meet you,

I'm the wickedest man in the world."


The Wrong Song / Skyclad

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