Nothing So Bad

There ain't nothing so very good



As this love in its morning



When it comes with its promises



And leaves without warning



There ain't nothing I can do about



This fever in my head



Oh, things I can't say out loud



Things that I dread



There ain't nothing so bad, now



As a good man done wrong



There's blood on my hands



Honey now-



What have I done



Honey, what have I done...



One day I woke up



Forgot all my dreams



And it's driving me to distraction, honey



Would you listen to me please



Every man is a prisoner



Of his own desire



Oh, a good man got done some wrong



Gets caught in its fire



There ain't nothing so bad, now



As a good man done wrong



There's blood on my hands



Honey now, what have we done



Honey what have we done



(...It was a slip of the tonue



Now the plague has begun...)