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

— Guitar solo —

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