Am I a good man?
Oh, I'm not a good man,
Though they say that I am.
No, I'm not a good man.
A dozen shots,
A dozen dead at my feet,
I'm not a good man.
A single word spoken,
Lights a fire in me.
I'm still not a good man.
Through the holes,
In their lives, wrenched apart.
I see a good man.
A man twisted,
A man broken,
A man I am not.
A good man,
Licks back the bad men,
But that's not me.
I am not a good man,
Though they assure me I am.
I am not a good man,
And I never was.
