I'm bad and you know it Clap your hands Stomp your feet Scream out loud I'm so misunderstood But I'm trying to be good Well, I'm bad and you know it

Waiting on the world to change So we keep on waiting, yeah We keep on waiting, yeah Me and my friends We're all misunderstood They say we stand for nothing And there's no way we ever could Now we see everything that's going wrong With the world and those

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Baby, do you understand me now? Sometimes I feel a little mad But don't you know that no one alive can always be an

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good I try so hard, don't let me be misunderstood Baby, you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?

Life's not always fair Oh, life it's misunderstood me And dream of better days Life's not always fair or so they say So I close my eyes Or so they say Little old man contemplates Suicide twice a day

Everybody says she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood I know a thing or two about her I know she'll only make you cry She'll let you walk the street beside her But when she wants she'll pass you by She wears her satins like a lady She gets

But I already have love in LA It's so romantic in Paris Thought I was sure that I'd find it Won't even try to compare it If I ask that boy to jump, I know he would He don't even have to say, it's understood He treat me nice, he treat me right, he treat

(I could do most anything to you) I've got this feeling, there's something that I missed Don't you breathe, don't you breathe Something happened that I never understood You can't leave, you can't leave Every second dripping off my finger tips Wage your

Some are misunderstood All of the greatest Greatest of all Were chasing their fading star Who'll be the latest The latest to fall? We're marching into the dark Some are better than good Some are just no good

To feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be misunderstood, A quiet room is what you get, an empty glass, an unmade bed, A picture window with a view, and all I think about is you Now I long to lose my senses to love you all over again. The shouted