Alba s touto skladbou:
Live at the Apollo,
Lonely Runner's Soul,
My CV 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
But to you I'm still a wicked man
Well my CV 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
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I try like a saint but I [ ? ]
I even sold my soul for a [ ? ]
I'll only [ ? ] I am told
I'm a wicked man, I get what I deserve
Cos I'm a wicked man, a wicked man
A wicked man, nurse, it's getting worse
You've got to, 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 a heart
I'm a wicked man, I get what I deserve
Cos I'm a wicked man, wicked man
A wicked man, nurse, it's getting worse
You've got to, got to, got to, got to
Help me
My CV 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
