A song about taking other’s burdens into yourself. |
Some Like It Evil Send me your sin Write it on the page Are you really that deep in Is this all just a phase Write down your ugly Show off your sweet Walk away from the middle That ain’t where you want to meet It’s down, down, all down Call yourself a doctor Without a soul to heal Make yourself the preacher Without faith to feel Build yourself an empire On the strongest backs you’ve found Keep it clean, keep it pretty As long as you don’t look around Some like it evil Sad, strange and wrong Build them a temple Sing them a song Some like it twisted All knotted and curled How many bodies would you use to rebuild the world? Build yourself a servant Call them your closest friend Tell them no secrets Except how you think this’ll end With one fist full of money One fist made of iron Leaves the mind blinded on the roadside Leaves the soul feeling so tired Send me your sin Write it on the page Are you really that deep in Is this all just a phase Write down your ugly Show off your sweet Walk away from the middle That ain’t where you want to meet How many bodies would you use to rebuild the world? |