Wicked Things

Your Mother's got bags of good advice

The don'ts exceed the do's

But she's not you

All it takes is a little nerve

As I close in for the kill

Just stand still

What could make a girl believe

The wicked things he'd say?

What could make a girl believe

The wicked things he'd say?

Like by the grace of God

He'll be the bugle boy on judgment day

All the jokers running wild,

Their politics are street,

But still elite

The revolution's underway

The dream is coming true

But not for you

All it takes is a little nerve

As they close in for the kill

You just stand still

What could make a girl believe

The wicked things he'd say?

What could make a girl believe

The wicked things he'd say?

Like by the grace of God

He'll be the bugle boy on judgment day

Why must honest Joe reap

The wicked seed they sow?

Maybe honest Joe hides

From things he hates to know

If Joe goes on this way

An honest wind will surely come and blow