It's too bad cause love is blind It's too bad its too bad It's too bad its so bad It's too bad its so sad Oh oh oh oh It's too bad it don't matter baby for loving you It's too bad 'cause love is blind

Yeah but baby you're the one I need to stay Got a few bad habits babe Before you cause my little heart to break And my drinking baby I can cut down on it too I got to cut you lose now baby Cut down on my smoking babe Cut down on my smoking babe yeah

Hand over fist Only if you got it bad enough, oh, oh Oh, oh, it's too late to leave, too late to leave Stay to soften the blow To drink and to smoke My blood from a stone I do expect fortunes to fold To soften the blow

Oh no, it's raining again Come on, you little fighter It's raining again Oh no, my love's at an end Too bad I'm losing a friend La, la, la, la, la, la, la No need to get up-tighter And get back up again And you know it's hard to pretend

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama take this badge from me I can't use it anymore It's getting dark too dark to see Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, eh yeah Mama put my guns in the ground I can't

God knows that I love you Too bad you don't have to, no no But you can't ever find me on my own Then it's goodbye on the train Couldn't care less about me Will I ever see you again? You're the girl that I'm meant for Making love in the bathroom Don't

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

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama take this badge from me I can't use it anymore It's getting dark too dark to see Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, eh yeah Mama put my guns in the ground I can't

Stop now before it's too late Nothing lasts forever That's the way it's gotta be There's a great black wave in the middle of the sea for me The sound is not asleep, it's moving under my feet Bean eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate Run from

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be