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

Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits Dear mr murdoch, what have you done With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun? You sharpen our hatred You've blunted our minds We're drowning in nipples and bingo and sex crimes How many

And it's not your fault That I fumbled your heart Should've let go of my past for you You did everything I asked of you Drived across the country if I asked you too I fumbled your heart But I'm just bad for you I'm bad news, yeah I'm just bad for you I'm

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a nigga and I can't go outside I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside We looking bad on the news black on black homicide I need them dollars, got these problems with this llama on my mind They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive

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