Bats in the attic, rats in the walls, Snakes in the cellar round an old pagan god, Junkies in the alley, dying at your feet, And the preachers selling heaven like a dime bag on the street
[Chorus] I wanna be a good man. I wanna be a good man. But the world 's full of wicked The world 's ful of wicked The world 's full of wicked and you got to survive
All the true believers raising up in arms, All the helpless children and their mothers' broken hearts All the lost consumers looking for a life All the bullshit gurus in their million dollar shrines
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The rich are getting richer, the poor are getting fucked The only way to get ahead is crime or just dumb luck Looking out my window thinking 'bout it all I'm wondering where the line is that a good man doesn't cross