The Bad Man

See the man in black, he killed the clown
He's wearing his heart upside down
Crooked crosses decorate his clothes
Peace and tranquility he loathes

A knife in his hand, a gun at his side
Death and destruction are his pride
His face is scarred, his soul is burnt
His only love is the trade he has learnt

Happiness to him is seeing a man die
Joy to see a baby cry
An outcast wherever he may go
He hates everything, WHY? We don't know

Go away Badman and breathe your last breath
May your next step bring your own death
Voicing my opinion I feel better inside
Maybe I was wrong, perhaps I just died