I am a man with money in his hand
and lust in his heart
and lust rene decartes
I'm a bad man
I am a bad man
And this is a plan for full-dress mayhem
In an unquiet mind biology kicks virtues a** every time
I am a bad man
And what I want is release and you can give that to me
Go on an call the police
I am happy and good
But goodness you all have to look out for me (that's right!)
You have married a mobile mortuary
Constantly living the first line of his obituary
And I'm a bad man
With the business of being
The business of breathing
The business of eating
The business of being a bad man
I am a bad man
When you're crazy at twenty, you are s** to be had
When you're crazy at fifty, you're not s**y you're sad Give me your madness, don't give me your soul
I want your body but I need to be alone
You're with an animal
No need for Your Highness, no need to feel whole
I want to hold you but I need to hold my own
You're with an animal
You're with a warm body, carbon contents, atoms, and proteins
I'm on a rudderless illusion of meaning
I am a vessel here in vain with no in tow
And if you wanna see a dead body, take off your clothes Give me your madness, don't give me your soul
I want your body but I need to be alone
You're with an animal
No need for Your Highness, no need to feel whole
I want to hold you but I need to hold my own
You're with an animal
You're with a warm body, carbon contents, atoms, and proteins
I'm on a rudderless illusion of meaning
I am a vessel here in vain with no in tow
And if you wanna see a dead body, take off your clothes
Yeah, if you wanna see a dead body take off your clothes (x3)