But mind over matter won't you stop all your chatter, No
With such a thin drawn between friend and foe
Food for the saints that are quick to judge me
Now once in awhile when I feel no shame
Where the jigsaw pieces of a broken man
What's your problem? What's your curse?
Look at yourself, See how you lie
Your hands start shaking and you don't know why
Well here's to the boys back in 628
(I'm in trouble every step of the way)
There'll be certain men waiting just to scratch my face
I get down on my knees and I pray for rain
And though the breeze blows gently while I state my case
Look at yourself, See how you lie
When the light of the world put the world to right
Won't it make the matter worse?
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Well there's food for the saints that are quick to judge me
Through those hearts as black as night
But as least the seeds of love will be sown
Hope for a Badman
When I hear soft whispers at the break of day
When I've been bad, I've been wrong
Put your head in the sand it will turn to dust
Hand on my heart I will make a stand
Your hands start shaking and you don't know why
Fire can cleanse your soul "
For the life and the times of the mirrorman
Lies in disguise in the name of trust
I heard every word that was said that night
In my head
Lord help me now and bless my soul
This is the Badman's Song
And they say " Faith can move move mountains
When the stories are tall as the day is long
Try and fit themselves together again
Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass
I will shine a blinding light
Guilt in the frame of the looking-glass
Where an ear to the wall was a twist of fate
Sweet talking boys who can do no wrong
Faith can move mountains
In my head there is a mirror
