Bad Apples

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!