WSTR - Bad To The Bone

I got a backlog of drama that won’t let me breathe

I got a catalogue of answers that you just won’t believe

I got a million other problems,  thinking  ‘Oh my God’

The grapevine packs a punch, has a real mean streak,

I got an underlying demon that you don’t wanna meet

So if you’re trying to dig it up I think I’d rather not.

Cos I don’t care

What your preference is

To all the dirty references

Or if you should have known

No I don’t care 

What your best friend says

She’s a mess these days

So just leave that kid at home

Word on the street says I’m bad to the bone

I’m trying to paint a pretty picture in front of everyone

But it aint so fun

Cos with one mad rush

Yeah they’ll take my brush

And make God damn sure that the colours run

This gossip storm is spiralling

These crooked tongues are bleeding out

No doubt

I don’t bite 

Too hard

But I’ll send you some kind regards

As you turn your back

And take your sorry ass back home

Cos I don’t care, 

What your preference is

To all the dirty references

Or if you should have known

No I don’t care 

What your best friend says

She’s a mess these days

So just leave that kid at home

Word on the street says I’m bad to the bone

I never said I was as good as gold

My reputation’s in a stranglehold

My record aint the cleanest

And yours aint either

There’s nothing dodgy about me

It’s all conspiracy

Cos I don’t care, 

What your preference is

To all the dirty references

Or if you should have known

No I don’t care 

What your best friend says

She’s a mess these days

So just leave that kid at home

Word on the street says I’m bad to the bone