When I was a young man I often traveled to the sea
To where the crashing ocean waves and sandy shores meet
I envisioned tidal waves to wash my soul away
To take me from the earth and send me to my grave
You see, I've never really been glad to be alive
Never [bad word] in my skin, though I've tried
I tried to bond with others and tried to keep [bad word] 
But no one wants to be with a miserable wretch like me
I'm a tortured man but I am what I am

And as I grew older my heart burned with scorn
And hatred for the world to which I'd rather not been born
I turned to the bottle to try and numb my soul
To numb my mind and unwind this mortal coil
I wondered what it'd be like to take away a life
To look a man in the eyes as his beating heart dies
Would I feel Better or would I be lonesome still?
These are the thoughts that drove me to kill
I'm an evil man but I am what I am

And so I stalked the streets for many nights
I fired many bullets and plunged many knives
Fueled by misery, alcohol and [bad word] 
They've helped me to find my one [bad word] love
But now I hear those sirens call
It seems the time [bad word] to take the fall
They're gonna throw me in a cold gray cell
To finally put a seal on this living [bad word] 
Lock the door and throw the key away
Leave me by myself to rot away
To count the days ‘til I will be put to death and finally be free

Now I am an old man that's soon to be dead
I stand here and listen to the words a preacher man says
And there stands an executioner with a rope in his hands
To hang me from the neck 'cause my soul has been damned
I'm an evil man but I am what I am