Bad As Me
You're the head on the spear
You're the nail on the cross
You're the fly in my beer
You're the key that got lost
You're the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall
You're Mother Superior with only a bra
And you're the same kind of bad as me
And you're the same kind of bad as me
I'm the hat on the bed
I'm the coffee instead
The fish or cut bait
I'm the detective up late
I'm the blood on the floor
The thunder and the roar
I'm the boat that won't sink
I just won't sleep a wink
And you're the same (You're the same, you're the same)
Kind of bad as me
You're the same kind of bad as me
You're the same (You're the same, you're the same)
Bad as me
You're the wreath that caught fire
You're the preach to the choir
You bite down on the sheet
But your teeth have been wired
You skid in the rain
You're trying to shift
You're grinding the gears
You're trying to shift
And you're the same (You're the same, you're the same)
Kind of bad as me
You're the same (You're the same, you're the same)
Kind of bad as me
I'm the mattress out back
I'm the old gunny sack
I'm the one with the gun
The most likely to run
I'm the car in the weeds
If you cut me I'll bleed
If you cut me I'll bleed
If you cut me I'll bleed
You're the same kind of bad as me
And you're the same kind of bad as me
You're the nail on the cross
You're the fly in my beer
You're the key that got lost
You're the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall
You're Mother Superior with only a bra
And you're the same kind of bad as me
And you're the same kind of bad as me
I'm the hat on the bed
I'm the coffee instead
The fish or cut bait
I'm the detective up late
I'm the blood on the floor
The thunder and the roar
I'm the boat that won't sink
I just won't sleep a wink
And you're the same (You're the same, you're the same)
Kind of bad as me
You're the same kind of bad as me
You're the same (You're the same, you're the same)
Bad as me
You're the wreath that caught fire
You're the preach to the choir
You bite down on the sheet
But your teeth have been wired
You skid in the rain
You're trying to shift
You're grinding the gears
You're trying to shift
And you're the same (You're the same, you're the same)
Kind of bad as me
You're the same (You're the same, you're the same)
Kind of bad as me
I'm the mattress out back
I'm the old gunny sack
I'm the one with the gun
The most likely to run
I'm the car in the weeds
If you cut me I'll bleed
If you cut me I'll bleed
If you cut me I'll bleed
You're the same kind of bad as me
And you're the same kind of bad as me
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Writer(s): Kathleen Brennan, Thomas Alan Waits
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