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Tytuł: Bad apples

  • Wykonawca: Guns N' Roses
  • Wy¶wietleń: 268

  
   Diamonds 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 a living
  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 hit the fan
  It was all I could stand
  Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
  My body's breathing 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 my bases covered
  If I could teach my hands to see
  But now we're down in the deep end
  Where they'd love to watch you drown
  I said your laundry could use 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
  'Til your life's all nice and crisp
  
  When the shit hit the fan
  It was all I could stand
  Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
  My body's breathing 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 hit the fan
  It was all I could stand
  Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
  My body's breathing 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 one bad apple
  Spoil the whole damn bunch
  Boy!!