Bad News

Well you might have told us not to come around here no more
But I never was a good listener... Ha
Please Excuse our reputation

(I) Heard me and the boys, yea we might be some bad news
A nasty crew that was born to raise hell
So when the cops come a creeping on
We wont need no hotel
Get our kicks from a bad life
Hard and to the point
It's all right
We don't mind

Well you were right man
We' re trouble and no good
Whiskey killers with the devil himself
Nobody cares for your closing hour
Or your limits for noise
We got the stuff for a long night
If you want, you can run and hide
It's all right
We won't mind

I got some bad news man
Were coming over

And were gunna fuck shit up!



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