« Man Is Wicked »

Jean-Paul VERNERET

2/2/2024

 

He tells himself stories to sleep through the night

Says, “It’s the system,” or “chance set it right.”

He crushes his neighbor for power and gain

No flicker of guilt and no shadow of shame

He sells out his friends for a handful of gold

He smiles, then he runs when his honor grows bold

He tramples his brother to steal what he loves

Lays waste to the world like a fist in a glove

 

Bridge

Man is wicked

Man is wicked

Man is wicked

Man is wicked

 

Chorus

He waits for his moment to plunge in the knife

He’d sell off his parents to better his life

He’s empty of mercy, just hungry with need

He watches you suffer and tightens his greed

 

Bridge

Man is wicked

Man is wicked

 

He smiles to your face while he seethes deep inside

He longs for your downfall, your wreck in the tide

Give him a little power — he turns executioner

Hides all his hatred in words smooth and pure

He robs from the poor with a calm, steady hand

Mocks all of the world, obeys only his plan

He rises above every vow ever sworn

Yet ends with his mirror, alone and forlorn

 

Bridge

Man is wicked

Man is wicked

 

Chorus

He waits for his moment to plunge in the knife

He’d sell off his parents to better his life

He’s empty of mercy, just hungry with need

He watches you suffer and tightens his greed

 

Bridge

Man is wicked

Man is wicked

 

Bridge

Man is wicked

Man is wicked

 

Chorus

He waits for his moment to plunge in the knife

He’d sell off his parents to better his life

He’s empty of mercy, just hungry with need

He watches you suffer and tightens his greed

 

Bridge

Man is wicked

Man is wicked

Man is wicked

Man is wicked