Bad Taste Blues (Part II)

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It's my own blown sense of obedience
That leads me to feel this way
And even though I know I'm a lucky boy
I get days where I want to die
Oh I can't complain but I will
And for my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, alright

I'm pardoned in the fog and I'm over it
I'm all PC and feather-light
And even though the future looks miserable
I get paid just to be polite

Oh, I can't complain but I will
And from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, woo

Oh, I can't complain but I will
'Cause from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah

I put a gun to my head
I pull the trigger, I'm dead
And that's the end



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel David Cromack
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