Bad Apples (2022 Remaster)
Diamonds and fast cars
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
And it's a cold day it's a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell
Can you give me a lift?
And 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 of mind
Only 9.95
I got my camera back from customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell, they must've 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 caviar
Now won't 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
And we're down on Sunset Strip
And you'll be suckin' down the Clorox
'Til your life's all nice and crisp
When the shit hits 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?
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?
Why let that one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch?
Boy!
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
And it's a cold day it's a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell
Can you give me a lift?
And 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 of mind
Only 9.95
I got my camera back from customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell, they must've 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 caviar
Now won't 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
And we're down on Sunset Strip
And you'll be suckin' down the Clorox
'Til your life's all nice and crisp
When the shit hits 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?
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?
Why let that one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch?
Boy!
Credits
Writer(s): Saul Hudson, Izzy Stradlin, W. Axl Rose, Matt Sorum, Duff Rose Mckagan, Darren A. Reed
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