| I don't want to be a good man Nevertheless I find myself doing good Want it counted unto Jesus Become father christmas If I persevere And would be besieged by every person The world would see me as a loved man But if there be a slight shift in fortune Would they be there to help carry on? |
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| This question haunts me day and night The answer is quick forthcoming They would disappear into the thin air Never to be seen again Except fortune smiles again When it does smile They are near at hand Want to play it the old way again Play the bad man in me I would be christened names But not to be bothered. |
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