He couldn't say.

I've seen the bad
Felt the cold
I've walked the plank
And touched the spikes

More than once
Have my fingers played
Across the sharp edge
Of a beating weapon

It's been shoved in my face
Tempted me to commit
Evident mistakes
That I'm affraid to admit

I've been lured
To recieve many a kick
I've been "cured"
Later to discover the trick

Now, luck's walked in on me
By simple interferring
And grabbed me by the neck
And the wrongs are disappearing


How do you do-
How do you-
How do you do-
How do you?