Ain't no use baby Ain't no use Ain't no use daddy I'm leaving the scene You're too doggone mean Yes I'm tired of paying dues Having the blues Hitting bad news I'm leaving town

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

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

She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie cocaine If you want to hang out you've got to take her out cocaine If you want to get down, down on the ground cocaine If you got bad news, you want to kick them blues cocaine When your day is done and you want

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

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

I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired So shame on me for the ruse Shame on me for the blues Another one returned that I'll never use I can be your liar I can be your bearer of bad news Sick and uninspired by

I miss the old Kanye, straight from the go Kanye Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye I gotta to say at that

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

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