Badman’s Song

One, two, three, four

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 blinding light

Through those hearts as black as night

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But as 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 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 (Ohh, ohh, ooh)

(Ohh, ohh, ohh)

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 will 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 Badman

This is the Badman's Song (This is the Badman's Song)

(Ohh ohh ohh) Oh!

(Ohh ohh ohh) Oh-ho!

(Ohh ohh ohh) Uhh

(Ohh ohh ohh)

And they say faith can move move mountains

Fire can cleanse your soul (Faith can move mountains)

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

(Faith can move mountains, oh, oh)

(Faith can move mountains) Faith can move mountains

Mind over matter won't you stop all you 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 talking boys who can do no wrong

When 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 shaking and you don't know why

Look at yourself, see how you lie

Your hands start shaking, start shaking

Look at yourself, see how you lie

Your hands start shaking, and you don't know, don't know why

Look at your self, see how you lie, you lie

Your hands start shaking, shaking, shaking, due your lie

Yeah, oh, ha

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

Hope for a Badman

In my head there is a mirror

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

Food for the saints that are quick to judge me (Food for the saints)

Hope for a Badman (Hope for a Badman, for a Badman)

This is the Badman'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 Badman (Hope for a Badman, for a Badman)

This is the Badman's Song