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Good Day To Be Bad

[intro] Well the Rebels had taken the ramparts, Never so close to claiming the crown, Meteoric their rise, To chagrin and surprise, But the general who got them there frowned, For he turned on his horse and rode westward, Glint of purple and gold in his eyes, Dropped his red and blue sash, While the Rebs wailed and gnashed, Single fingers were thrust to the skies... For the lure of Death Valley calls, To add his skins to our walls... [chorus] Come be the bad guy, Come embrace it, Every jilted lover's curse, When you win, all sin's Forgiven, let, The pundits do their worst, You've been rehabilitated, And your heel turn caught them soft-, Off their guard, Now We're the Villains, And the gloves are coming off... [verse] Well some say the decision, you'll rue it, But they'd do the same thing in your shoes, They just weren't getting offers, To fill up their coffers, And so now we've got nothing to lose, Now they hate us, (but that's 'cause they ain't us), And the truth is there's little love lost, Well "It just matters more.", What a lie! Just the score, And the trophies held high, damn the cost! Now nothing is stopping this train, You're a Bad Bayou Bengal now, Lane... [chorus] Come be the bad guy, Come embrace it, For they'll hate us either way, When you win, all sin's Forgiven, But the rules have changed they say, Embrace the New Word Order They created mercenaries, Now they whine, But We're the Villains, And the rest had best be wary... [bridge] This time we didn't settle, This time we got our man, To the casualties of battle, Frankly, we don't give a damn, They changed the way the wars were fought, And truth is they were warned, Don't go calling down the lightning, If you can't withstand the storm, [outro chorus] Now we're the bad guys, Bayou Bandits, And we lived up to the name, "Toot, toot," Better get aboard, Because the Lane Train's bringing pain, There's no escape, And no one's safe, Yeah we'll take just who we please, Tiger Villains, By the millions, Gonna bring them to their knees, [outro] Poor Rebs, too bad, so sad, But it's a good day to be bad...