Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Baby, do you understand me now Sometimes you see that I'm mad But don't you know that no one Can always be an angel When everything goes wrong you see some bad But

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

Jive talkin' It's just your jive talkin' You're telling me lies, yeah You wear a disguise So misunderstood, yeah Oh, my child Good lovin' Still gets in my eyes Nobody believes what you say

I told you when I found you Is love that you fed by Perversion and pain Seems like forever and a day If my intentions are misunderstood Please be kind I've done all I should I won't ask of you What I would not do

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

I'm sorry Cassandra Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood Now the last day is dawning Some of us wanted but none of us would Listen to words of warning But on the darkest of nights Nobody knew how to fight And we were caught in our sleep Sorry Cassandra I

I don't like talkin' to you niggas, y'all don't understand me Poppin' rhythm when I talk, it's like I'm speakin' Spanish I'm so different from you dudes, I am not organic Say slow down on all that thuggin', think about your family It's like fuck it, I'm

Scratching at the surface now And I'm trying hard to work it out And so much has gone misunderstood And this mystery only leads to doubt And I didn't understand When you reached down to take my hand And if you have something to say You better say it now

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

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