Ou se ma la
Ou se ma la
Ou se ma la ah ha

Ou se ma la
Ou se ma la
Ou se ma la ah ha

It seems as though I've lived my life
On the Bad Side Of The Moon;
To stir your dregs in sickness still
Without the rustic spoon.

Common people live with me
Where the light has never shone,
And the hermits flock like hummingbirds
To speak in a foreign tongue.

I'm a lightyear away
From the people who make me stay
Sitting on the Bad Side Of The Moon.

There ain't no use for watchdogs here
To justify our ways,
We live our life in manacles,
The main cause of our stay.

Exiled here from other worlds,
Our sentence comes too soon;
Why should I be made to pay
On the Bad Side Of The Moon?

Ou se ma la
Ou se ma la
Ou se ma la ah ha

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