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 waiting just to scratch my face
hand on my heart i will make a stand
for the life and the times of the mirrorman
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 Badman
this is the Badman's Song"
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
(i'm in trouble every step of the way)
sweet talking boys who can do no wrong
when the stories are tall as the day is long
with such a thin drawn between friend and foe
lord help me now and bless my soul!
look at yourself - see how you lie
your hands start shaking
and you don't know why
look at yourself - see how you lie
your hands start shaking
they start shaking
well there's food for the saints
that are quick to judge me
hope for a Badman
this is the Badman's song"
(TFF)
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