Lyric Bad Apples
Diamonds and fast cars, money to burn
I got my head in the clouds, I got these thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the sand, I got a house on the hill
I got a headache like a mother, twice the price of my thrills
An it s a cold day, it s a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell can you give me a lift
An I ll try to paint a story, got your pictures to tell
Yeah you got to make a living with what you bring yourself to sell
I got some genuine imitation, bad Apples
Free sample for your peace o mind, only $9.95
I got my camera back from customs, got my law fees up to date
Hell they musta seen me comin , ain t this life so fuckin great
When the shit hit the fan, it was all I could stand
Yeah, well I m a frequent flyer
My body s breathing while it can
But what I don t understand is that
My world ain t gettin no brighter
If I could touch the sky, well I would float on by
While everybody s talkin , hell I m just another guy
If it were up to me I d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch
Gold and caviar, now why nt you pour my apathy
I d have all my bases covered if I could teach my hands to see
But now we re down in the deep end where they d love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could use washing, we ll hang it up all over town
I said Hollywood s like a dryer an we re down on Sunset Strip
An you ll be suckin down the Clorox, till your life s all nice and crisp
When the shit hit the fan, it was all I could stand
Yeah, well I m a frequent flyer
My body s breathing while it can
But what I don t understand is that
My world ain t gettin no brighter
If I could touch the sky, well I would float on by
While everybody s talkin , hell I m just another guy
If it were up to me, I d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch
When the shit hit the fan, it was all I could stand
Yeah, well I m a frequent flyer
My body s breathing while it can
But what I don t understand is that
My world ain t gettin no brighter
If I could touch the sky, well I would float on by
While everybody s talkin , hell I m just another guy
If it were up to me, I d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch
Why let one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch
Spoil
I got my head in the clouds, I got these thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the sand, I got a house on the hill
I got a headache like a mother, twice the price of my thrills
An it s a cold day, it s a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell can you give me a lift
An I ll try to paint a story, got your pictures to tell
Yeah you got to make a living with what you bring yourself to sell
I got some genuine imitation, bad Apples
Free sample for your peace o mind, only $9.95
I got my camera back from customs, got my law fees up to date
Hell they musta seen me comin , ain t this life so fuckin great
When the shit hit the fan, it was all I could stand
Yeah, well I m a frequent flyer
My body s breathing while it can
But what I don t understand is that
My world ain t gettin no brighter
If I could touch the sky, well I would float on by
While everybody s talkin , hell I m just another guy
If it were up to me I d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch
Gold and caviar, now why nt you pour my apathy
I d have all my bases covered if I could teach my hands to see
But now we re down in the deep end where they d love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could use washing, we ll hang it up all over town
I said Hollywood s like a dryer an we re down on Sunset Strip
An you ll be suckin down the Clorox, till your life s all nice and crisp
When the shit hit the fan, it was all I could stand
Yeah, well I m a frequent flyer
My body s breathing while it can
But what I don t understand is that
My world ain t gettin no brighter
If I could touch the sky, well I would float on by
While everybody s talkin , hell I m just another guy
If it were up to me, I d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch
When the shit hit the fan, it was all I could stand
Yeah, well I m a frequent flyer
My body s breathing while it can
But what I don t understand is that
My world ain t gettin no brighter
If I could touch the sky, well I would float on by
While everybody s talkin , hell I m just another guy
If it were up to me, I d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch
Why let one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch
Spoil
