Bad Guys Have Bad Days Too

The Bad Guy woke up on a Tuesday afternoon 
In his west facing room 
That kept the morning gloom 
Just for him. 

After his morning urination, 
He took his morning medication 
(Which might’ve bordered on recreation.) 

But when he looked into the mirror, 
He could still see all of the years. 
Not the crooked smile, or the evil eyes, 
Just the hopeful gaze of a child inside. 
What are you gonna do? 
Bad guys have bad days too. 

The Bad Guy was daydreaming about the Third Reich 
In a standstill on the turnpike, 
And to him, it seemed like 
He saw the same cars everyday. 

But then, in the bumper-to-bumper, 
A hybrid rear-ended his Hummer. 
His anger bellowing like thunder, 
He glared into his rearview. 

But when he looked into the mirror, 
He could still see all of the years. 
Not the crooked smile, or the evil eyes, 
Just the hopeful gaze of a child inside. 
What are you gonna do? 
Bad guys have bad days too. 

Well, the collision turned into a hit-and-run, 
And his insurance cited his low premium, 
And the police said, “well, you just keep killing everyone.” 
He said, “I don’t wanna be the bad guy, 
I’m just trying to get by. 
What are you gonna do? 
Bad guys have bad days too.” 

But when he looked into the mirror, 
He could still see all of the years. 
Not the crooked smile, or the evil eyes, 
Just the hopeful gaze of a child inside. 
What are you gonna do? 
Bad guys have bad days too.