Evil twin

Once I woke up mild mannered and shy;
Passed in the pub and I didn't know why.
Made a sharp turn and I hooked a b-line,
For the tender minute mender, bad news sender, liquid vendor.

After twice his normal dose
He thought he'd go make the most.
In mid-stride of a vague adventure,
Hangin' from a stranger's
tenth floor balcony.

It wasn't me;
It must have been
My evil... my evil twin.
It wasn't me;
It must have been
My evil twin... my evil...

Push came to shove, and the stranger decided she could fly.
Saw you in a cornfield two days
Later, with a scarecrow,
In old cobb. It wasn't me.
It must have been
My evil... my evil twin.
It wasn't me.
It must have been
My evil twin... my evil...

And I'm not capable of that kind of sin.
And I'm not capable of that kind of death wishin'.

It wasn't me.
It must have been
My evil... my evil twin.
It wasn't me.
It must have been
My evil... my evil twin.
It wasn't me.
It must have been
My evil twin... my evil...
It wasn't me.
It must have been
My evil twin... my evil...
It wasn't me.
It must have been
My evil... my evil twin.