Another mirror onto history Another Coney Island shot at the freak He smoked right at me and I was freeze dried but I still had seven veils to play I took the first one and wound it up tight around my fist then I know I heard him say Even the good boys are bad Even the best ones, even the good sons Even the good boys are bad Another city another tourist to embody contagions of the new She said she didn’t think I have it She set fire to my silver spoon I took a smiling walk across her embers Can you kill what’s laughing back at you Be the charlotte be the web be the noise Even the good boys are bad Even the best ones, even the good sons Even the good boys are bad