A nice old lady sits on her chair She looks so peaceful with her streaked white hair Her family is gone, her husband has died All this loneliness brings out her darkside She's the crotchety old bag that everyone knew When you played as a kid she'd yell names at you If you went by her house she would call the cops You hated her so much, you hoped she would drop
[Chorus:] Oh -- it's in your brain Oh -- you feel the pain
Now that you're older a bit more mature You understand now that no one is so pure A little bit of evil inside any of us In some it's noticeable and actually a must Others you must search deep within their souls But with a little bit of prodding you bring out that troll It overflows goodside and corrupts you and me
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[Bridge:] Trials and tribulations, we all go through them Sometimes they end up in death The good and evil fighting for the top When will we ever be free Torment -- torture The ongoing force to be seen Penance -- for whom The only way to know is who wins
There is one other darkside that everyone can notice It's ever present and very hard to stop it The threat of destruction by one man's hand The instant annihilation of all man Yes, you guessed it, it's the big boom If it ever goes off the world will be our tomb So we live our lives day by day Hoping that the reaper will never ask us to payTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
