All bad, all bad They try to get at me (They try to get at me) Behind your back (your back, your back) Tryin' to tell me that I'm just like the others But I ain't all bad No, no, I ain't all bad I ain't all bad I might make you mad, so mad My bad, no, I

High as a motherfucker Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope Boy you really get me high Boy I'm coming down There now hold me close I'm high as a motherfucker I feel like I’m on dope (Okay) Boy you really get me high

Lovin' you ain't easy Nothin' ever is But I will keep on fightin' For a love like this You know I wouldn't have it Any other way Even when times get tough I don't want no easy love But she's still your girl

We're just getting warmed up Going down out here Just getting started Already fired up, yeah this party Ain't nothing like it round here Another double shot of crazy in cup Yeah we're just getting warmed up But we're just getting warmed up

Pour me another one Make it a strong one We’re gonna have some fun tonight Just like the other one Make it a double rum We’re gonna castaway tonight Easy living down in paradise

The big wheel keeps on turning On a simple line day by day The earth spins on its axis One man struggle while another relaxes There's a hole in my soul like a cavity Seems the world is out to gather just by gravity The wheel keeps turning the sky's

You never call me when you're sober Pour me one more, then another Keep me love drunk When I'm, when I'm, with you, with you Come on, tell me do you want me Do you need me like drugs need money Tell me once more who's your love for? Clearly I'm not

She shot me right down She shot me right away What if I told you Don't leave me alone baby (She shot me right away) I want hold of shotguns and roses Shot me now I'm down oowee I'm alone and I need another round You're like the bullet to my holster

It's not all my fault again (I can't let go) In spite of you I'm lost again (I still fell down) It's time to show me why I'm fighting The status quo is not a punishment But now it feels like home Let's give all our hands Not again, not another excuse The

Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord. Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead, lord. Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead, lord. Sister will do the best she can when your mother is dead,