Lyrics:
It seems as though I've lived my lifeOn the bad side of the moonTo stir your dregs in sickness stillWithout the rustic spoonCommon people live with meWhere the light has never shoneAnd the hermits flock like hummingbirdsTo speak in a foreign tongueI'm a light world awayFrom the people who make me staySitting on the bad side of the moonThere ain't no need for watchdogs hereTo justify our waysWe live our life in manaclesThe main cause of our stayExiled here from other worldsMy sentence comes too soonWhy should I be made to payOn the bad side of the moon