Wicked Man

Therapy?

My C.V. reads a long list of mistakes and regrets 
Bad decisions, aftermaths and unmade beds 
I've plastered over cracks and tried to mend what I can 
To you I'm still a wicked man 

Well my C.V. reads a long list of unrights and some wrongs 
I could explain but it would take me way too long 
My wife is a robot, my baby's cot 
Is a heavy-metal parking lot 

I've tried to read a poetry to hold up his plan 
I've tried like a sane but I buried the damned 
I even sold my soul for a millions, not gold 
I'll only drive when I am told 

I'm a wicked man I get what I deserve 
'Coz I'm a wicked man 
A wicked man 
A wicked man 
Nurse, it's getting worse 
You've got to, you got to, got to, got to, help me 

Well, I've lied to myself so much I believe it's true 
But all the hidden secrets you already knew 
And all the unexplained that tore us apart 
To them I'm just a tart with the heart 

I'm a wicked man I get what I deserve 
'Coz I'm a wicked man 
Wicked man 
A wicked man 
Nurse, it's getting worse 
You've got to, you've got to, got to, got to, help me 

My C.V. is a long list of mistakes and regrets 
I bruise to remember, I drink to forget 
I've plastered over cracks but you don't understand 
To you I'm still a wicked man 
To you I'm still a wicked man 
To you I'm still a wicked man