收聽Guns N' Roses的Bad Apples (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Bad Apples (Explicit)

Guns N' Roses1991年1月1日

Bad Apples (Explicit) 歌詞

Bad Apples (Explicit) - Guns N' Roses (槍與玫瑰)

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 f**kin' great

 

When the sh*t 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

'Til your life's all nice and crisp

When the sh*t 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 talking

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 sh*t 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 aren't getting no brighter

 

If I could touch the sky

 

Well I would float on by

 

While everybody's talking

 

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

 

 

Boy