Two, one, two, three, four!
It's my own dumb sense of obedience
That leaves me to feel this way
And even though I know I'm a lucky boy
I get days where I want to die
Oh, I can't complain but I will
And from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, alright
I'm pardoned in the fog and I'm over it
I'm all PC and feather-light
And even though the future looks miserable
I get paid just to be polite
Oh, I can't complain but I will
And from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, woo
Oh, I can't complain but I will
'Cause from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah
I put a gun to my head
I pull the trigger, I'm dead
And that's the end
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Two, one, two, three, four!
It's my own dumb sense of obedience
That leaves me to feel this way
And even though I know I'm a lucky boy
I get days where I want to die
Oh, I can't complain but I will
And from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, alright
I'm pardoned in the fog and I'm over it
I'm all PC and feather-light
And even though the future looks miserable
I get paid just to be polite
Oh, I can't complain but I will
And from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, woo
Oh, I can't complain but I will
'Cause from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah
I put a gun to my head
I pull the trigger, I'm dead
And that's the end
It's my own dumb sense of obedience
That leaves me to feel this way
And even though I know I'm a lucky boy
I get days where I want to die
Oh, I can't complain but I will
And from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, alright
I'm pardoned in the fog and I'm over it
I'm all PC and feather-light
And even though the future looks miserable
I get paid just to be polite
Oh, I can't complain but I will
And from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah, woo
Oh, I can't complain but I will
'Cause from my convenient position I would kill
To be the bad man
With feeling in his fingers, oh yeah
I put a gun to my head
I pull the trigger, I'm dead
And that's the end
Writer: SAMUEL DAVID CROMACK
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC