Here come the cavalry
They rode a million miles to make a man of me
They'll figure out if I am God or chemistry
Which will it be, love?
Then in walks the matriarch
That cigarette is sexy in the dark
The demon dogs around her howl and bark
And then she turns and says to me
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, it's a big bad world
So you better find something to believe in, whoa, oh
People gonna love, people gonna lie
People gonna leave ya, whoa, oh
Enter the concubine
She's got a dozen dirty ways to be divine
She make the mischief and the molecules align
Static and wine, love
Then in walks the diplomat
He's got a belly full of grease and gristle fat
A wicked rabbit underneath his hat
And then he turns and says to me
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, it's a big bad world
So you better find something to believe in, whoa, oh
People gonna love, people gonna lie
People gonna leave ya, whoa, oh
It's a big bad world
So you better find something to believe in, whoa, oh
People gonna run, people gonna hide
People gonna need ya, whoa, oh
So draw and quarter me, I think I'd rather be
That kind of martyr than barter a better part of me
'Cause I'm quick with the wit and, and I shoot from the hip
Keep them entertained, ready, fire, aim, listen it's a
Big bad world
So you better find something to believe in, whoa, oh
People gonna love, people gonna lie
People gonna leave ya, whoa, oh
It's a big bad world
So you better find something to believe in, whoa, oh, yeah
People gonna run, people gonna hide
People gonna need ya, whoa, oh
Here come the cavalry
They rode a million miles to make a man of me
