Bad Things

It is a long time ago when my mum and dad they told me,
that I had to be a good boy. I had to mind all the traditions,
pray to our God above and I had to follow all the rules they made.
My teacher at school was preaching to me, I should only trust in good people
I never had a clue when I was young, what those words “good” and “bad” mean

Forgive me all the bad things I have ever done
I’m not a saint, I know, I am not a very bad man
Could everyone help me please, tell me what good and ban things means
Forgive me all the bad things I have ever done

Some years after school my boss told me, that I had to be more reliable,
I had to trust the constitution, fullfil my obligations and serve the company’s and the country’s good.

My girlfried called me a rude boy, before she left home forever
But no one could ever explain to me, what good and bad mean

Forgive me all the bad things I have ever done
I’m not a saint, I know, I am not a very bad man
Could everyone help me please, tell me what good and ban things means
Forgive me all the bad things I have ever done