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Guns n' roses ~ Bad Apples
| 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, till 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 Spoil more free lyrics |