Elton John, Bernie Taupin



It seems as though I've lived my life

On the bad side of the moon

To stir you 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 light year 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 live 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