"Baad Man" lyrics

Some like it hard
Some like it lazy
Some sell their souls for hire
Blind, crippled, and crazy
You say you wanna get wicked
But you don't want the truth, yeah
Here come the man with the fists on fire
Fuck it, man, turn him loose
Lemme hear you say

Whooo, who
He was a real bad man
Whooo, who
Doing the do with whatever he can
Whooo, who
He was a real bad man
Whooo, who
Ah, simmer down now
Lemme show you what he's workin' with, ah

He'll knock you off your feet
Any day of the week
He done the crime, then he done the time
And they put him back on the street
He gonna get a lil' wicked
But he don't want the truth, yeah
Here comes the man with the fists on fire
I think they about to turn him loose
Lemme hear you say

Whooo, who
He was a real bad man
Whooo, who
Doing the do with whatever he can
Whooo, who
He was a real bad man
Whooo, who
Ah, simmer down now
Lemme show you what he's workin' with
Hey, hey

Good God, bad man
Good God dealt a bad hand
Good God, bad man
You say, "Good God"
I say, "Goddamn"
All right, huh

Down the devil's throat
He done it all, up in smoke
Override, justified, 'cause he damn sure wasn't no joke
He used to get a little wicked
And now you pray for the truth, yeah
There goes the man with the fists on fire
You shoulda seen him turn 'em loose
And all the people say

Whooo, who
He was a real bad man
Whooo, who
Doing the do with whatever he had
Whooo, who
He was a real bad man
Whooo, who
Ah, simmer down now
Lemme show you what he's workin' with, hey, heya

Good God, bad man
Good God dealt a bad hand
Good God, bad man
You say, "Good God"
I say, "Goddamn"