Evil Songtext
von Bob Gaulke

I leave the evil at work where I′m protected by a suit
Sometimes I cut it into bits and spread it on my food
I wish it on someone else-someone I don't know
On weekends I take it home


Putting on a mask-letting you beat it out of me
Flying it in the air on the end of a string
Leaving it in the car-it can be recycled
Sending it into space to the martians

Hopefully it′s not too late-our children will face it
We could always find something to replace it
You can find me completely naked
Thinking about how it works

I wake up wanting things-I wake up feeling empty
I dream my opinions count for something
Thoughts cloud my daytime-agitating desires
How I measure my life-what I do with my time