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.