Bad Taste Blues, Pt. 2

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