... look at yourself - see how you lie,
your hands start shaking and you don't know why ...
"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 waiting 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 Badman
this is the Badman's song"