Bad Apples (Live In Rio De Janiero, Estadio De Maracana - January 23, 1991)
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
An it's a cold day it's a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell can you give me a lift
An 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 o' mind only $9.95
I got my camera back from customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell they musta 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 caviarnow why'nt 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
An we're down on Sunset Strip
An you'll be suckin' down the Clorox
'Til your life's all nice and crisp
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
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 boy
Why let 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
An it's a cold day it's a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell can you give me a lift
An 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 o' mind only $9.95
I got my camera back from customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell they musta 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 caviarnow why'nt 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
An we're down on Sunset Strip
An you'll be suckin' down the Clorox
'Til your life's all nice and crisp
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
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 boy
Why let 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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