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