Tired of Being Good

The truth comes out when living the straight and narrow
Gossip queens better keep those eyes down low
Take them right off me and put them back on the preacher
As good as it ever will be a freeloader floating at sea
It doesn't matter if they need me
A house divided

My conscience is a cricket every time I curse you know he writes me a ticket
No one can be free when tied and bound and moved by strings
I cut them down the preacher screams heavy weighs the burden of Brother Dee
I swear at him, the cricket sings
Heavy weighs the shoulders of Brother Dee
Oh brother come back home
Oh brother come back home

I'm tired of being good you know I want to be bad
But I cry when Jiminy won't call my name
In the name of Lost Boys everywhere and Marilyn Jean
I don't care if they don't like me
But they're still the very best
I don't care if they don't like me
But they're still the very best

My conscience has experience every time I cut myself he stops the bleeding
And what good is freedom when rebellion becomes legal
I cut it down the eagle screams falling to its tomb in the bloody sea
Wendy Darling praying on her knees heavy weighs the burden of Brother Dee
Oh brother come back home

I'm tired of being good you know I want to be bad
But I cry when Jiminy won't call my name
In The name of Lost Boys everywhere and Marilyn Jean
I don't care if they don't like me
But they're still the very best
I don't care if they don't like me
But they're still the very best

Take them right off me and put them back on the preacher
As good as it ever will be a freeloader floating at sea
It doesn't matter if they need me
A freeloader floating at sea
It doesn't matter if they need me
A house divided
Yeah