Bad Apples
Diamons and fast cars
Money to burn
I got my head in the clouds
I got these thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the sand
I got a house on the hill
I got a headache like a mother
Twice the price of my thrills
An it's a cold day
It's a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell
Can you give me a lift?
An I'll try to paint a story
Got your pictures to tell
Yeah you got to make livin'
With what you bring yourself to sell
I got some genuine imitation
Bad Apples
Free sample for your peace o' mind
Only $9.95
I got my camera back from customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell they musta seen me comin'
Ain't this life so fuckin' great
When the shit hits the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch?
Gold and caviar
Now why'nt you pour my apathy
I'd have all the bases covered
If I could teach my heands to see
But we're down in the deep end
Where they'd love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could see washing
We'll hang it up all over town
I said Hollywood's like a dryer
An we're down on Sunset Strip
An you'll be suckin' down the Clorox
Till you're life's so nice an crisp
When the shit hits the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch?
When the shit hits the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch?
Money to burn
I got my head in the clouds
I got these thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the sand
I got a house on the hill
I got a headache like a mother
Twice the price of my thrills
An it's a cold day
It's a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell
Can you give me a lift?
An I'll try to paint a story
Got your pictures to tell
Yeah you got to make livin'
With what you bring yourself to sell
I got some genuine imitation
Bad Apples
Free sample for your peace o' mind
Only $9.95
I got my camera back from customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell they musta seen me comin'
Ain't this life so fuckin' great
When the shit hits the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch?
Gold and caviar
Now why'nt you pour my apathy
I'd have all the bases covered
If I could teach my heands to see
But we're down in the deep end
Where they'd love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could see washing
We'll hang it up all over town
I said Hollywood's like a dryer
An we're down on Sunset Strip
An you'll be suckin' down the Clorox
Till you're life's so nice an crisp
When the shit hits the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch?
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch?
Why let that one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch?
Boy!
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