Elton John, Bernie Taupin On the bad side of the moon It seems as though I've lived my life
To stir you 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
I'm a light year away
To speak in a foreign tongue.
Sitting on the bad side of the moon. From the people who make me stay
There ain't no use for watchdogs here
To justify our ways, The main cause of our stay.
We live our live in manacles
Exiled here from other worlds
Our sentence comes too soon,
Why should I be made to pay
On the bad side of the moon.
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