Tired of being bad I want to be good, to you This head of mine, aches all the time These hands they shake, from all the things they break I'm tired of being bad, and crushing all I've had Tired of being bad I want to be good, to you This brain of mine, swells all the time These hands they shake, from all the things I break I'm tired of being bad, and crushing all I've had And the dog it bites, and they demand their rights What do I do? What do I do? You saddle the dog and ride into the fog What do I do? What do I do? Look into the sky, just before you die Cause' I'm so tired of being bad Tired of being bad I want to be good, to you