Evil Man

When I was a young man I often traveled to the sea

To where the crashing ocean waves and sandy shores meet

I envisioned tidal waves to wash my soul away

To take me from the earth and send me to my grave

You see, I've never really been glad to be alive

Never been comfortable in my skin, though I've tried

I tried to bond with others and tried to keep good company

But no one wants to be with a miserable wretch like me

I'm a tortured man, but I am what I am

And as I grew older my heart burned with scorn

And hatred for the world to which I'd rather not been born

I turned to the bottle to try and numb my soul

To numb my mind and unwind this mortal coil

I wondered what it'd be like to take away a life

To look a man in the eyes as his beating heart dies

Would I feel Better or would I be lonesome still?

These are the thoughts that drove me to kill

I'm an evil man, but I am what I am

And so I stalked the streets for many nights

I fired many bullets and plunged many knives

Fueled by misery, alcohol and drugs

They've helped me to find my one true love

But now I hear those sirens call

It seems the time has come to take the fall

They're gonna throw me in a cold gray cell

To finally put a seal on this living hell

Lock the door and throw the key away

Leave me by myself to rot away

To count the days ‘til I will be put to death and finally be free

Now I am an old man that's soon to be dead

I stand here and listen to the words a preacher man says

And there stands an executioner with a rope in his hands

To hang me from the neck 'cause my soul has been damned

I'm an evil man, but I am what I am