Lyrics He's Bad - Jesu, Sun Kil Moon

He's Bad

All day we were stuck at the airport in New Castle
With a lousy night before and now with our flight to Holland canceled
Pretty girl with long blond hair and light blue eyes
Stand behind us staring off into her cyber life
I asked «Are you on the next flight to Amsterdam too?»
And she said «No, I’m off to Greece"I said «Ah, what is it that you do?»
She said «I'm a dancer doing a production base don Michael Jackson»
The guys asked what her and I talked about, I said «a Michael Jackson dance
production»
They said, «Did you hear the latest on him?
They found child porno,
at this place and animal torture videos»
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
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Is the latest on him true?
Well I don’t fuckin' know
But if I had a son, would I let him get into a car with Michael Jackson?
Fuck no
I’m sorry for the bad things that his father did to him
But it doesn’t add up to building a Willy Wonka trap for kids and changing the
color your God given skin
He made creepy videos the popular kids liked back in the eighties
And once over a balcony, he dangled a baby
And did the moon walk, and talked like a nine year old girl
I don’t give a flying fuck what he meant to the mainstream world
Roman Polanski went down in flames and was incarcerated
But this young little kid addict will be forever be celebrated
A hundred plastic surgeries and paid two hundred million to shut people up
Took someone’s child like it was nobody’s business and dragged them around on a
tour bus
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s dead and to me, it ain’t that fuckin' sad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s dead and to me, it ain’t that fuckin' sad
See I covered a beautiful song by the Jackson 5
But I believe I wore this better off with Michael dead than alive
No grown man should have a house full of children’s toys
For the purposes of luring and oppressing young little girls and boys
Would you let Michael Jackson spend the day alone with your kid?
If the answer is yes, you’re a fuckin' sycophant
If the answer is yes, you are beyond fanatic
And you have less love for your own children than you do for Michael Jackson
Michael was a pop king, therefore made his own rules
Created a new face and paid off his woes and blues
Love his music, dress up like him for Halloween all you want to
But that guy was, as far as I’m concerned, one serious fucked up dude
If his music touched you and deeply moved you
Well, that’s what pop music is supposed to do
But if you think he was a good guy for little kids, that he didn’t do
Well I personally thing that you are a pollyanna fool
You might say «Don't you know that Michael was aquitteed?»
Well do was another rich celeb on his criminal trial, named OJ Simpson
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s dead and to me, it ain’t that fuckin' sad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s bad and he’s dead now, I’m glad
He’s dead and to me, it ain’t that fuckin' sad
He didn’t stop 'til he got enough
He didn’t stop 'til he got enough
He didn’t stop 'til he got enough
He didn’t stop 'til he got enough
He didn’t stop 'til he got enough
He didn’t stop 'til he got enough
He didn’t stop 'til he got enough