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!!
--
"Bad Apples"
Copyright Guns N' Roses 1991
From the album "Use Your Illusion I" Released September 17th
1991
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