Evil Ways

Sittin', sippin' sorrow It's gone straight to my head I say, the pain shall come and it shall go A friend once said You ain't livin' for no God, no You be livin' for the dollar sign I say, a frown upon your maker's face You shall find So, so much wrong You have tried, oh yeah I waited for far too long, yeah Talking 'bout your evil ways And this pen that wrote this song I'm talking 'bout your evil ways And this pen that wrote this song Wanting to know nothing Living through a child's eyes A smile comes upon your face I break and cry Well, nothing seems to matter In the end, what you're doin' it for To see a trail of twisted broken souls Across the floor So, so much wrong, yeah You're done trying, oh yeah I waited far, Lord, I waited far too long, yeah I'm talking 'bout your evil ways And this pen that wrote this song I'm talking 'bout your evil ways And this pen that wrote this song, yeah Oh, so much wrong, child You'v done trying, oh yeah I waited far, Lord, I waited far too long, yeah Talking 'bout your evil ways And this pen that wrote this song I'm talking 'bout your evil ways And this pen that wrote this song, yeah Yeah I'm talking 'bout your evil ways And this pen that wrote this song Oh, yeah-yeah