In bad times when it's dark and cold,
and you got no place to rest your soul.
There's laughter behind your back,
then it seems the devil rules the deck.
Nothing seems easy these days,
or do I see it in a different way.
The world is spinning, well that's ok !
Tell me baby, what's the price we pay ?
Holy, holy life, sometimes is lonely
Holy, holy life, sometimes is sad
Holy, holy life, sometimes is phoney
But sooner or later, they'll find you dead.
Why don't you take me down to a rabbit hole
Where a man of piece can hide his soul
Think about pollution and birthcontrole
Better talk to the rabbits, it's somebody's fault.
Maybe sometimes I'm pessimistic
And maybe it ain't so bad, it ain't so sick
I know I'm not the man of constant sorrow
But tell me baby, is it the path of evel we follow.
