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

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

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

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

You are my strange addiction My doctors can't explain My symptoms or my pain But you are my strange addiction Bad, bad news One of us is gonna lose I'm the powder, you're the fuse Just add some friction No, Billie, I haven't done that dance since my wife

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

On and on, reckless abandon Something's wrong This is gonna shock them Nothing to hold on to We'll use this song To lead you on And break the truth With more bad news We left a scar

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

They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that Everybody gone bad Everybody allegation In the street, on the news Everybody dog food Skin head, dead head Kick me, kick me Skinhead, dead head

Alright alright, all day all night I'm just tryna move up front They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) Lil more of this, lil less of