Lyrics:

Two, one two three four
It's my own blown sense of obedience
That leads me to feel this way
And even though I know I'm a lucky boy
I get days where I want to die
Oh I can't complain but I will
And for my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, alright
I'm pardoned in the fog and I'm over it
I'm all PC and feather-light
And even though the future looks miserable
I get paid just to be polite
Oh, I can't complain but I will
And from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, woo
Oh, I can't complain but I will
'Cause from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah
I put a gun to my head
I pull the trigger, I'm dead
And that's the end