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