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
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