Even The Good Boys Are Bad

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