Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Apples , by - Guns N' Roses. Release date: 31.12.1990
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 caviar |
| Now 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 |
| Why let one bad apple |
| Spoil the whole damn bunch |
| Boy! |