Badman

Swords are outlawed so only outlaws have swords
But they come in handy kicking back the hordes
Stay peaceful let whatever will be
But keeping quiet well that just isn’t me
They’re at my door
Armed to the teeth
With simple thoughts
Of naivety
I’m a badman, I’m a badman, come too close you’re gonna end up a stabbed man
I’m a badman, I’m a badman, come too close you’re gonna end up a stabbed man
I’m a psycho, I don’t like you, come too close and I’ll want just to fight you
I’m a psycho, I don’t like you, you’re coming way too close don’t you know
Out my window I just see lost souls
Muttering about how they want to fulfil their goals
They say other places are where they want to be
But they’re still anchored in this sinking country
(This is not how you wanted me to be)
Now you’re standing over me
And I’m begging at your mercy
(This is not how you wanted this to go)
Well it’s a shame that we don’t have more control
It’s a shame that we don’t have more control
It’s a shame that we don’t have more control
It’s a shame that we don’t have more
I’m not the white Obama, I’m another random bunner
and I live with brothers and my mother in another London borough
Never been no one for trouble, short haircuts in the summer
Support our troops but war is bad karma