Down In The Mud
Down in the mud, face first you land
Wiping the blood off with your hands
No time to pray and you can't understand
And you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
Ooh, come on
Hey, when you're standing up, and you're walking around
And you're drinking champagne from a paper cup
I like the cut of your jib
When you're painting the town
And you're shakin' them hips
'Cause you wanna get down
Down in the mud, face first you land
Wiping the blood off with your hands
No time to pray and you can't understand
That you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
Now when you're clean as a whistle
And you're hot as a pistol
With no mud on your face
You're just charm and grace
When he says I love you
And she says I love you (I love you)
And you're shakin' them hips
'Cause you wanna, wanna, wanna, oh, get down (get down)
When the bad times start slippin' away
And the good times are like a brand-new day
Yeah, when the bad times start slippin' away (bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
And the good times are like a brand-new day
When you're down in the mud and face first, you land
Wiping the blood off with your hands
No time to pray and you can't understand
And you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
Yeah, you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
Wiping the blood off with your hands
No time to pray and you can't understand
And you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
Ooh, come on
Hey, when you're standing up, and you're walking around
And you're drinking champagne from a paper cup
I like the cut of your jib
When you're painting the town
And you're shakin' them hips
'Cause you wanna get down
Down in the mud, face first you land
Wiping the blood off with your hands
No time to pray and you can't understand
That you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
Now when you're clean as a whistle
And you're hot as a pistol
With no mud on your face
You're just charm and grace
When he says I love you
And she says I love you (I love you)
And you're shakin' them hips
'Cause you wanna, wanna, wanna, oh, get down (get down)
When the bad times start slippin' away
And the good times are like a brand-new day
Yeah, when the bad times start slippin' away (bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
And the good times are like a brand-new day
When you're down in the mud and face first, you land
Wiping the blood off with your hands
No time to pray and you can't understand
And you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
Yeah, you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
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Writer(s): Jesse Warren
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