Song for Sinners (based on Stevenson's Hyde)

I’ve been described as a devil in disguise

A horror surrounded by glamour

You recoil from my very being

Because you know I’m in all of you

I’m a thief, an addict, a lech, a murderer

I’m an animal! But you know, so are you.

Live a little, because I am you and you are me

And I know, that we want to be free

Everyone’ s a sinner, everyone’s a beast

We all watch the poor men starve while we go to feast

Giving with one hand, taking with the other

If you really had to, you’d sell your own grandmother

Darwin stated that we are apes; the Church denied the truth

Remember the next time you’re a ‘gentleman’:

This is just a chimpanzee’s tea party but there is no host

Except the Peeler ready to step in on street corners

Everyone’s a deviant, a maniac, in a closet or in a club

It’s not just a side of you that comes out at full moons

That side is me; that side is you.

You’ve always been that side, my dear

Chained in manners, ‘shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t do that’

So when you do it, at least have the manners to enjoy it!

You tut at the pubs and brothels like they’re the embodiment of sin

Embodiment of sin? Why, that’s you!

Don’t fool yourself that there’s an afterlife

This is the one chance you’ll get

Because in the end, no one will care

How many you killed, how high is your debt

Everyone knows you’ve been looking

You have an obvious stare

Those thoughts in your head

Where you imagine him dead

Won’t go away til you dare

Everyone’ s a sinner, everyone’s a beast

We all watch the poor men starve while we go to feast

Giving with one hand, taking with the other

If you really had to, you’d sell your own grandmother

The End

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