Album: On Record
Seems as though I’ve lived my life on the bad side of the moon
Just stir your dregs and sitting still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people live with me, where the light has never shown
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speaking in a foreign tongue
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
Seems as though I’ve lived my life on the bad side of the moon
Just stir your dregs and sitting still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people live with me, where the light has never shown
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speaking in a foreign tongue
I’m a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sitting on the bad side of the moon
There ain’t no need for watchdogs here, to justify or ways
We lived our lives in manacles, the main cause of our stay
And exiled here from other worlds, my sentence comes to soon
Why should I be made to pay on the bad side of the moon?
I’m a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sitting on the bad side of the moon