My bad my bad influence Call it bad Can't accept your difference They call it bad influence Free mind, free soul Break out of the mold before the mold sets in Dangerous walls are closin' in They twist the truth Then give it a spin

That's what the blues is all about Oh you come home one eve'nin' To nothin' but the four walls And then ya find your phone been disconnected You can't even make no call Ya hung out for your baby, oh, an'she's not there You look in the closet, buddy,

Oh baby I'm yours But I tore down my walls And opened my doors And made room for one So baby I'm yours 'Cause I've had my heart Broken before And I promised I would never Let me hurt anymore

Stand up on your seat with your dirty feet Fan the flames of love A classy action suit to dance in Break a window and let the sun in Break the silence, it's not a sin Tear down the walls of hate Fill up the empty bowls of the hungry Break the sacs and

The things you're telling me aren't making any sense Right back up again I'm sick of wishing for someone else to come Our buildings have fallen Our walls all caved in, And we can't comprehend this sad state That we're in so we sift through the ashes Of

It was not two days. a night and a day I look back at the man I was before A sorry stranger banged up on the shore Your warm arms tore the walls down. The devil with the damned things anyway They were of no use, just a frame From there he would watch,

And you can't see which way the river flows Gathered for this mess Abandon all that you know You say that you're not blind The engines start to seize The walls begin to close The betrayal that you see Yet you can't see which way the river flows The end,

You put your arms around me and I'm home And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me I

Mass hallucination baby Ill education baby Want to reconnect with your elations This is your station baby But what am I supposed to do The good kid, m.A.A.d. city Look inside these walls and you see them having withdrawals Of a prisoner on his way

(I love your wicked) Take me underground when you say my name Throw me to the walls in a twist of fate But I can't help it, I love your wicked way, hey, way, hey I love your wicked way, hey, way, hey Hey, I love your wicked I've lived a thousand lives