Nah, dem cyaa trick mi and kill mi Wi nuh inna nutten wid you, if you naa show no progress Man fi go through life without no stress Be friends wid some people that’s hopeless 'Cause dem a nuh nuh progress Lord, dem a send a bad a news to you woman Wi naa

The bad news has arrived It's closing time There's a final curtain There's the dotted line No more celebration No rum, no brandy, no sparkling wine Put on all your armor March yourself in line Swallow all your feelings

Bringing me some real bad news The takers get the honey The givers sing the blues Oh a stitch in time, just about saved me From going through the same old moves And this cat is nine He still suffers He's going through the same old grooves But that stone

You are my strange addiction My doctors can't explain My symptoms or my pain But you are my strange addiction Bad, bad news One of us is gonna lose I'm the powder, you're the fuse Just add some friction No, Billie, I haven't done that dance since my wife

I've been used But I'm takin' it like a man I'm confused But I'm doin' the best that I can I've been tossed around plenty before I've had this heart of mine broken and more I can't find a reason for sure But I've gotten used to bad news

Yeah I said so, so who drove him? That shit crazy, man Who drove him to the hospital? 'Cause I'm in here trying to make a love song and shit Like I get this bad news I just got the call before I heard the beat They just shot my dog like why it had to be

Don't bring me bad news, no bad news I don't need none of your bad news today You're a sad little boy, anyone can see you're just a sad little boy That's why you're carrying on that way Why don't you burn it all down, burn your own house down, burn your

All I want to say is that They don't really care about us Skin head, dead head Everybody gone bad Everybody allegation In the suite, on the news Everybody dog food Kick me, kick me He wouldn't let this be, no, no

Might like to Go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow I've got some bad news for you, sunshine Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel And they sent us along as a surrogate band

They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that Everybody gone bad Everybody allegation In the street, on the news Everybody dog food Skin head, dead head Kick me, kick me Skinhead, dead head