Bad Man

I am the bad bad man
I have no excuse
No guilt, no truth
My own postmodern blues
Terror in your bones, yeah
Terror in your bones, yeah
Terror in your bones, yeah
Terror in your bones, yeah

And I'm a bad fucking man
Losing all the faith
I want to see your wife
These selfish ways
Are hitting the streets, yeah
Are hitting the streets, yeah
Are hitting the streets, yeah
Are hitting the streets, yeah

There is no love
There's only mistakes
I want to be empty
And I want to see defeat

I'm down in your bones, yeah
I'm down in your bones, yeah
I'm down in your bones, yeah
I'm down in your bones, yeah

I am the bad man
Forced to steal your land
I am the bad man
I am God's man

I am the bad man
Forced to steal your fucking land
I am the bad man
I am God's man, yeah

I'm going way down
You'll feel it in your gut
This temptation
Glamorous glut
I'm down in your bones, yeah
I'm down in your bones, yeah
I'm down in your bones, yeah
I'm down in your bones, yeah

And I'm a bad bad man
You, take my hand
Give me all the money
And I'll show you around
These grimy streets, yeah
These grimy streets, yeah
These grimy streets, yeah
These grimy streets

I am the nothing man

And I went down, down the street
And I was walking at night
And I saw this homeless man
He looking like he needs something to eat
And I, and I reach back in my wallet
And I pulled out a hundred-dollar bill
And I said hey man
Is this what you need for your life?
You need this money?
I said, ah well do you believe in God?
He looked up into the sky and he said yeah
And I said, I said wrong fucking answer
We don't worship no God no more
This is post Truth
Post God
Post moral
We don't worship God
We just worship the George Washington's
Yeah (mumbles)
It's only money in these fucking streets
And you just get nothing to eat
Yeah
And I kept on walking
And I kept on walking
I flicked that cigarette
You can pick it up if you want it