Evil Ways

Sittin', sippin' sorrow
It's gone straight to my head
I say, the pain shall come and it shall go
A friend once said

You ain't livin' for no God, no
You be livin' for the dollar sign
I say, a frown upon your maker's face
You shall find

So, so much wrong
You have tried, oh yeah
I waited for far too long, yeah

Talking 'bout your evil ways
And this pen that wrote this song
I'm talking 'bout your evil ways
And this pen that wrote this song

Wanting to know nothing
Living through a child's eyes
A smile comes upon your face
I break and cry

Well, nothing seems to matter
In the end, what you're doin' it for
To see a trail of twisted broken souls
Across the floor

So, so much wrong, yeah
You're done trying, oh yeah
I waited far, Lord, I waited far too long, yeah

I'm talking 'bout your evil ways
And this pen that wrote this song
I'm talking 'bout your evil ways
And this pen that wrote this song, yeah

Oh, so much wrong, child
You'v done trying, oh yeah
I waited far, Lord, I waited far too long, yeah

Talking 'bout your evil ways
And this pen that wrote this song
I'm talking 'bout your evil ways
And this pen that wrote this song, yeah

Yeah
I'm talking 'bout your evil ways
And this pen that wrote this song
Oh, yeah-yeah