Bad Apples – Guns N Roses (Letras)

1 enero, 1900 a0130523 0 comentarios

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 of 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 let 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 yuo ll be suckin down the clorox
til your life s all nice and crisp