Letras:
Black Lips Good Bad Not Evil

Bad kids all my friends are bad kids Product of no dad kids Kids like you and me Bad kids aint no college grad kids Livin life out on the skids Kids

Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains We get along and their very boones decay Try to find what little else remain My heart still beating but

Oh lady when you come messin around When I was young I felt like a stage hound Mud on my boots blood on my hand Blood start drippin on the Ku Klux Klan

I fell in love with a little Indian girl And she stole my heart away She took me to a pow-wow way out on the plains And runs with bears, danced and brought

O Katrina why you gotta be mean You broke my heart way down in New Orleans I can't believe what i saw on the TV screen O Katrina why can't you be serene

space salvation allegation feel the sun's radiation death tolls forming under oceans Neptune's calling in slow motion in slow motion but you never get

Bad luck, it could happen twice You better check your past make sure you've been nice, If you ask me for advice I would say stop and think before you

quite right. Daddy was a minister I was never good enough in his eyes. So I stayed up late at night, Made voodoo dolls and black candles, Texting and cursing, And casting evil