Guns N' Roses - Bad Apples Lyrics | SongMeanings - Chia Sẻ Kiến Thức Điện Máy Việt Nam

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 caviarnow 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

Diamonds and fast carsMoney to burn I got my head in the cloudsI got these thoughts to churnGot my feet in the sandI got a house on the hillI got a headache like a motherTwice the price of my thrillsAn it’s a cold dayIt’s a continental driftI said this traffic is hellCan you give me a liftAn I’ll try to paint a storyGot your pictures to tellYeah you got to make a livingWith what you bring yourself to sellI got some genuineImitation, bad ApplesFree sample for your peace o’ mind only $9.95I got my camera back from customsGot my law fees up to dateHell they musta seen me comin’Ain’t this life so fuckin’ greatWhen the shit hit the fanIt was all I could standYeah, well I’m a frequent flyerMy body’s breathing while it canBut what I don’t understand is thatMy world ain’t gettin’ no brighterIf I could touch the skyWell I would float on byWhile everybody’s talkin’Hell I’m just another guyIf it were up to meI’d say just leave me beWhy let one bad appleSpoil the whole damn bunchGold and caviarnow why’nt you pour my apathyI’d have all my bases coveredIf I could teach my hands to seeBut now we’re down in the deep endWhere they’d love to watch you drownI said your laundry could use washingWe’ll hang it up all over townI said Hollywood’s like a dryerAn we’re down on Sunset StripAn you’ll be suckin’ down the Clorox’Til your life’s all nice and crispWhen the shit hit the fanIt was all I could standYeah, well I’m a frequent flyerMy body’s breathing while it canBut what I don’t understand is thatMy world ain’t gettin’ no brighterIf I could touch the skyWell I would float on byWhile everybody’s talkin’Hell I’m just another guyIf it were up to meI’d say just leave me beWhy let one bad appleSpoil the whole damn bunchWhen the shit hit the fanIt was all I could standYeah, well I’m a frequent flyerMy body’s breathing while it canBut what I don’t understand is thatMy world ain’t gettin’ no brighterIf I could touch the skyWell I would float on byWhile everybody’s talkin’Hell I’m just another guyIf it were up to meI’d say just leave me beWhy let one bad appleSpoil the whole damn bunchWhy let one bad appleSpoil the whole damn bunchBoy

Guns N’ Roses – Bad Apples Lyrics | SongMeanings