Mr. Bad Man

He's a bad man

 

Mr. Bad Man

 

And she had enough of him

 

So the wolves try to dry her eyes

 

'cause the bad man made her cry

 

 

 

But everyday I know that

 

I may just be closer

 

To the sea of frozen words

 

Words that even soldiers

 

Would lay down their swords for

 

And they come in every color

 

And flavor too

 

There's a gold star

 

On a gendarme

 

So she asked him

 

"Hey can you hold my song?

 

It's the one piece that I got left

 

So hide it well" she said

 

 

 

He's a bad man

 

Mr. Bad Man

 

And she had enough of him

 

So the wolves try to dry her eyes

 

'cause the bad man made her cry

 

 

 

But everyday I know that

 

I may just be closer

 

To the sea of frozen words

 

Words that even soldiers

 

Would lay down their swords for

 

And they come in every color

 

And flavor too

 

~T. Amos

Done