In bad times when it’s dark and cold,and you got no place to rest
your soul.There’s laughter behind your back,then it seems the
devil rules the deck.Nothing seems easy these days,or do I see
it in a different way.The world is spinning, well that’s ok
!Tell me baby, what’s the price we pay ?Holy, holy life,
sometimes is lonelyHoly, holy life, sometimes is sadHoly, holy
life, sometimes is phoneyBut sooner or later, they’ll find you
dead.Why don’t you take me down to a rabbit holeWhere a man of
piece can hide his soulThink about pollution and
birthcontroleBetter talk to the rabbits, it’s somebody’s
fault.Maybe sometimes I’m pessimisticAnd maybe it ain’t so bad,
it ain’t so sickI know I’m not the man of constant sorrowBut
tell me baby, is it the path of evel we follow.