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Bad News
It is here for you
But obviously
To everything and love ya, too..
Your body feels brand new
Life is good for you
Til they die for you're still singin' for
If his hook is in your mouth and he's got you...
He's got you,
He's got you!
Oh,
He's got you.
I'm bad news
So the things I do
You let me in and I swear I'll prove to you
The medicine just won't go down.
Swallow again and again and again
And again
Bad news
It is here for you
Life is spread around
You're sparkling
Like a born again
A life example you
You know that's true
I call it pretty music
But my father keeps on callin' it the blues! ohhh ohh oh
Oh..
Callin' it for you...
He's callin' it the blues, ohh..
I'm bad news so the things I do..
Let me in and I swear I'll prove to you..
The medicine just won't go down.
Swallow again and again and again..
And again.. oh.. and again..
Oh.. and again! oh!!
Bad news
Bad news
Ohh..
Now bad news
Well I'm bad news!
Well I call it pretty music
My father keeps on callin' it the blues!
It is here for you
But obviously
To everything and love ya, too..
Your body feels brand new
Life is good for you
Til they die for you're still singin' for
If his hook is in your mouth and he's got you...
He's got you,
He's got you!
He's got you.
I'm bad news
So the things I do
You let me in and I swear I'll prove to you
The medicine just won't go down.
Swallow again and again and again
And again
It is here for you
Life is spread around
You're sparkling
Like a born again
A life example you
You know that's true
I call it pretty music
But my father keeps on callin' it the blues! ohhh ohh oh
Callin' it for you...
He's callin' it the blues, ohh..
I'm bad news so the things I do..
Let me in and I swear I'll prove to you..
The medicine just won't go down.
Swallow again and again and again..
And again.. oh.. and again..
Oh.. and again! oh!!
Bad news
Ohh..
Now bad news
Well I'm bad news!
Well I call it pretty music
My father keeps on callin' it the blues!
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I think these are more correct:
Bad News He's here for you Rolled up his sleeves in everything and love you 'til Your body feels brand new Love is good for you Til they die for you're still singin' for If his hook is in your mouth and he's got you... He's got you, He's got you!
Oh, He's got you.
I'm bad news So the things I do You let me in and I swear I'll prove to you The medicine just won't go down. Swallow again and again and again And again
Bad news It is here for you Wrap his breath around You're sparkling Like a born again But nothing's ever new You know that's true I call it pretty music But my father keeps on callin' it the blues! ohhh ohh oh
Oh.. Callin' it the blues He's callin' it the blues, ohh.. I'm bad news so the things I do.. Let me in and I swear I'll prove to you.. The medicine just won't go down. Swallow again and again and again.. And again.. oh.. and again.. Oh.. and again! oh!!
Bad news Bad news Ohh.. Now bad news Well I'm bad news! Well I call it pretty music My father keeps on callin' it the blues!
oh. and this song is fucking awesome.
official(ish) lyrics (these come from the lyric zine, but i arranged them how it made sense and added words where i heard them):
Bad news, he's here for you Rolled up his sleeves and everything He'll love you til your body feels brand new And love is good for you, until it dies But you'll still sing and fuck 'Cause his hook is in your mouth and he's got you He's got you, he's got you
Oh, he's got you
I'm bad news... the things I'd do You let me in and I swear I'll prove to you The medicine just won't go down Swallow again and again and again Again
Bad news, he's here for you Wraps his breath around your spine Clean like a born-again But nothing's ever new You know the truth I call it pretty music But my father keeps on calling it the blues
Oh Calling it the blues, he's calling it the blues I'm bad news... the things I'd do Let me in and I swear I'll prove to you The medicine just won't go down Swallow again and again and again And again, and again, and again
Bad news I'm bad news I'm bad news, I'm bad news Well I call it pretty music But my father keeps on calling it the blues
^that would actually fit fell with the song except "Bad news, he's here for you, wraps his breath around your spine, clean like a born-again, but nothing's ever new. You know [that's true]."