It seems as though I've lived my life 
On the bad side of the moon 
To stir your dregs in sickness still 
Without the rustic spoon 
 
Common people live with me 
Where the light has never shone 
And the hermits flock like hummingbirds 
To speak 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 our ways 
We live our life in manacles 
The main cause of our stay 
 
Exiled here from other worlds 
My sentence comes too soon 
Why should I be made to pay 
On the bad side of the moon