text: Seems as though Ive lived my life on the bad side of the moon
  To stir your dregs, and sitting still, without a rustic spoon
  Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
  And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speaking in a foreign tongue
  This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
  It seems as though Ive lived my life on the bad side of the moon
  To stir your dregs, and sitting still, without a rustic spoon
  Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
  And the harlots flock like hummingbirds
  Speaking in a foreign tongue
  Im a light world away, from the people who make me stay
  Sitting on the bad side of the moon
  This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
  There isnt no need for watchdogs here, to justify our ways
  We lived our lives in manacles, the main cause of our stay
  And exiled here from other worlds, my sentence comes to soon
  Why should I be made to pay on the bad side of the moon
  Im a light world away, from the people who make me stay
  Sitting on the bad side of the moon
  This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life