text: Seems as though I’ve lived my life on the bad side of the moon
  Just stir your dregs and sitting still, without a rustic spoon
  Now come on people live with me, where the light has never shown
  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
  This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
  Seems as though I’ve lived my life on the bad side of the moon
  Just stir your dregs and sitting still, without a rustic spoon
  Now come on people live with me, where the light has never shown
  And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speaking in a foreign tongue
  I’m a light world away, from the people who make me stay
  Sitting on the bad side of the moon
  There ain’t no need for watchdogs here, to justify or 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?
  I’m a light world away, from the people who make me stay
  Sitting on the bad side of the moon