Do you know the one?

Accused, insulted
The whole gamut
Suspecting me in cold blood
Puts my neck in the noose

I can't help it
I even believe him
Sometimes I think evil
That's true

He sits there slavering
The inner demon
Sure of his cause
On his throne

‘It's just a gust of wind
It will pass, fly by’
The demon thinks that I
am a real pig

I am ashamed
I think he's right
It's three in the morning
I'm lying in bed

[chorus]
The sunshine, finally
A light from the window
That was at night
A real gangster
Next time
I'll be really brutal
Just some ivy in his mouth
And he'll get bored