I wear a ball cap to hide my horns,

I still show up on Sunday morn.

I get just enough light to chase away the dark,

but there's a whole lot of night before the day starts.

'til I'm, good enough, I'm good enough, to do, sumthin' bad. Sumthin' bad.

This cold shoulder weathered the storm,

but these two arms still keep her warm.

She's the angel on my right to keep the devil at bay,

but the only problem is she just won't stay (just won't stay)

'til I'm, good enough, I'm good enough, to do, sumthin' bad. Sumthin' bad.

And I could...change my tune, fall out of love with you. Darling...I can't take a star from the sky...yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sumtihin' Bad, Sumthin' Bad. Sumthin' Bad.

til I'm, good enough, I'm good enough, to do.... sumthin' bad.