Al B. Damned–Good To Be Bad

For Old Times Stake

Well, I sit reflecting on my sins,
And the places I have been,
All the memories in my mind,
Of the ones I left behind,
I stare into the flames,
But I can’t recall their names,
Now all that I can see,
Is the darker side of me.
All the faces I can’t forget,
But I have no regrets.
You hate me but you can’t see,
I won’t be something that I know I don’t wanna be,
You think I’m evil,
Think I’m sick,
Think I’m oh so mad,
But it’s just good to be bad.
Well I speak with things under my bed,
With the demons in my head,
‘Cause they can understand,
Why the blood is on my hands,
I look back to the past,
But the good just couldn’t last,
Now all that I can see,
Are the sick little things in me.
All the faces I can’t forget,
But I have no regrets.
You hate me but you can’t see,
I won’t be something that I know I don’t wanna be,
You think I’m evil,
Think I’m sick,
Think I’m oh so mad,
But it’s just good to be bad.

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