Wicked Man (Therapy?)

My C.V. reads a long list of mistakes and regrets Bad decisions, aftermaths and unmade beds I've plastered over cracks and tried to mend what I can To you I'm still a wicked man Well my C.V. reads a long list of unrights and some wrongs I could explain but it would take me way too long My wife is a robot, my baby's cot Is a heavy-metal parking lot I've tried to read a poetry to hold up his plan I've tried like a sane but I buried the damned I even sold my soul for a millions, not gold I'll only drive when I am told I'm a wicked man I get what I deserve 'Coz I'm a wicked man A wicked man A wicked man Nurse, it's getting worse You've got to, you got to, got to, got to, help me Well, I've lied to myself so much I believe it's true But all the hidden secrets you already knew And all the unexplained that tore us apart To them I'm just a tart with the heart I'm a wicked man I get what I deserve 'Coz I'm a wicked man Wicked man A wicked man Nurse, it's getting worse You've got to, you've got to, got to, got to, help me My C.V. is a long list of mistakes and regrets I bruise to remember, I drink to forget I've plastered over cracks but you don't understand To you I'm still a wicked man To you I'm still a wicked man To you I'm still a wicked man