Guns N' Roses - Bad Apples lyrics
[Guns N' Roses - Bad Apples lyrics]
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 in the 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 livin' with
What you bring yourself to sell
I got some genuine, imitation bad apples
Free sample for your peace of mind, only $995
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 breathin' 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 the bases covered
If I could teach my hands to see
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's the fan, it
Was all I could stand, yeah
I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can but
What I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky, 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's the fan, it
Was all I could stand, yeah
I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can but
What I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky, 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!
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 in the 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 livin' with
What you bring yourself to sell
I got some genuine, imitation bad apples
Free sample for your peace of mind, only $995
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 breathin' 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 the bases covered
If I could teach my hands to see
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's the fan, it
Was all I could stand, yeah
I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can but
What I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky, 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's the fan, it
Was all I could stand, yeah
I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can but
What I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky, 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!