"Wicked Things" as written by and Paddy Mcaloon....
Your Mother's got bags of good advice
The don'ts exceed the do's
But she's not you
All it takes is a little nerve
As I close in for the kill
Just stand still

What could make a girl believe
The wicked things he'd say?
What could make a girl believe
The wicked things he'd say?
Like by the grace of God

He'll be the bugle boy on judgment day
All the jokers running wild,
Their politics are street,
But still elite

The revolution's underway
The dream is coming true
But not for you

All it takes is a little nerve
As they close in for the kill
You just stand still

What could make a girl believe
The wicked things he'd say?
What could make a girl believe
The wicked things he'd say?
Like by the grace of God

He'll be the bugle boy on judgment day
Why must honest Joe reap
The wicked seed they sow?
Maybe honest Joe hides

From things he hates to know
If Joe goes on this way
An honest wind will surely come and blow


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"Wicked Things" as written by Paddy Mcaloon

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