Bad Side Of The Moon - Elton John

It seems as though I’ve lived my life

On the bad side of the moon

To stir your dregs in sickness still

Without the rustic spoon

Common people live with me

Where the light has never shone

And the hermits flock like hummingbirds

To speak in a foreign tongue

I’m a light world away

From the people who make me stay

Sitting on the bad side of the moon

There ain’t no need for watchdogs here

To justify our ways

We live our life in manacles

The main cause of our stay

Exiled here from other worlds

My sentence comes too soon

Why should I be made to pay

On the bad side of the moon