Bad Side Of The Moon
It seems as though I've lived my lifeOn the bad side of the moonTo stir your dregs in sickness stillWithout the rustic spoon
Common people live with meWhere the light has never shoneAnd the hermits flock like hummingbirdsTo speak in a foreign tongue
I'm a light world awayFrom the people who make me staySitting on the bad side of the moon
There ain't no need for watchdogs hereTo justify our waysWe live our life in manaclesThe main cause of our stay
Exiled here from other worldsMy sentence comes too soonWhy should I be made to payOn the bad side of the moon