I've always enjoyed the playfulness of these lyrics that were written after a journey in a funeral car with long lost relatives. My sister told me that's she felt guilty meeting extended family after we lost touch for many years. I didn't feel the same way and quickly an idea for a song was born.
Of course, the idea for my forum name owes everything to this event and the song that it inspired.
Wicked Deeds
I don't know what's right.
I'm the thief who stole the riches in the night.
I have no remorse to match my thoughtlessness.
Sometimes, when I'm alone, my heart begins to thaw.
I'm working hard to strengthen my resolve.
May this weakness dissolve.
Wicked Deeds have always been my game.
Let ignorance and want define my fame.
Wicked thoughts, my conscience has derailed.
What would I do if goodness prevailed?
I've no time for shame.
There is comfort when I know that I'm to blame.
I have no remorse.
It's not my bag of course
Sometimes, when I'm alone, my heart begins to thaw.
I'm working hard to strengthen my resolve.
May this weakness dissolve.
Wicked Deeds have always been my game.
Let ignorance and want define my fame.
Wicked thoughts, my conscience has derailed.
What would I do if goodness prevailed?
Wicked Deeds. 👺