The Bad Side

A white house and a black cat
Strolling in the dark
A rose tree in an orchard
You desecrate this graveyard

Well, I'm rather pissed off, if you ask
Well, I'm rather pissed off, if you ask

A strong fear for what's different
Blocks your eyes beyond sight
I'll cast your face, neglecting truth
And play with all the spells you laid out for fun

Well, I'm rather pissed off, if you ask
Well, I'd rather be alone drinking rum

And it feels like you're on the bad side
While you're just on the side
So what's the good side?

And then it feels like I'm on the bad side
While you're just on the side
So what's the good side?
So what's the "god-side"?

Well, I'd rather be alone and drink rum
You must have been brought up and grown down
You'll be severed for all that you've done

And then it feels like you could just smile and lie
While you're just on the side
So what's the good side?

And then it tastes like you could just smile and die
Won't you fuck off you fright
Who's on the bright side?
And then it feels like you could just smile and die
Won't you fuck off you fright
Who's on the dark side?

And then it tastes like you could just smile and cry
Won't you fuck off you fright
Who's on the "god-side"?
And then it feels like you could just smile and cry
Won't you fuck off you fright
Who's on the bad side?
Who's on the bad side?

You are the bad side