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 ass 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 sex to be had
When you're crazy at fifty, you're not sexy 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)