Another mirror onto history
Another Coney Island shot at the freak
He smoked right at me and I was freeze dried
But I still had seven veils to play
I took the first one and wound it up tight
Around my fist then I know I heard him say
Even the good boys
Even the good boys
Even the good boys are bad
Even the best ones, even the good sons
Even the good boys are bad
Another city, another tourist
To embody contagions of the new
She said she didn't think I have it
She set fire to my silver spoon
I took a smiling walk across her embers
Can you kill what's laughing back at you?
Be the charlotte, be the web, be the noise
Even the good boys
Even the good boys
Even the good boys are bad
Even the best ones, even the good sons
Even the good boys are bad
Even the good boys
Even the good boys
Even the good boys are bad
Even the best ones, even the good sons
Even the good boys are bad
Even the good boys
Even the good boys
Even the good boys are bad
Even the best ones, even the good sons
Even the good boys are bad