Bad Taste Blues (Part III) Songtext
von Ball Park Music

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It′s my own blown sense of obedience
That leads me to feel this way
And even though I know I'm a lucky boy
I get days where I want to die
Oh I can′t complain but I will
And for my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, alright


I'm pardoned in the fog and I'm over it
I′m all PC and feather-light
And even though the future looks miserable
I get paid just to be polite

Oh, I can′t complain but I will
And from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, woo

Oh, I can't complain but I will
′Cause from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah

I put a gun to my head
I pull the trigger, I'm dead
And that′s the end