Track #9 Bad Taste

Oh brother look out comes trouble again
You know the sticky pink and glossy kind that don’t ever end
I see it coming down the pike and crossing over the line
Such a dirty little dream but it’s a mighty good time
Ya know it’s sad to say, I think it’s really sad to say

If there’s a rotten apple stuck in the bunch
I’m sure that you would forsake others just get you a touch
A cotton candy skirt is climbing up and over her knees
Like a sinking ship you go down, begging her please
You know it’s ad to say, no pitty baby, sad to say

You’ve got bad taste, you broke your picker
Cat and mouse chase, but who is quicker
It’s a big waste, it’s the awful truth
You’ve got bad taste and the jokes on you

One person’s pleasure is another ones pain
And there’s a tall one at the bar and there you go again
A chocolate cherry kiss and snake bite hips is all that it takes
You’re just a sucker for rotten egg with a pretty face
Ya know it’s sad to say, good grief its really sad to say

You’ve got bad taste, you broke your picker
Such a headache, but here’s the kicker
It’s a big waste it’s the awful truth
You got bad taste and the jokes on you

Ooo you like the feeling of the burning kind
Ooo around your neck a pretty noose to wind
Ooo such a scene but baby you’re the crime

So there’s no moral, no real story to tell
You pick the losing pony every time and bet all your wealth
You lose your shirt, you lose your heart
And then you’re losing your mind
Pardon if I have a laugh, I know it’s unkind and in

Bad taste, you broke your picker
Drunk the whole case, can’t hold your liqueur
It’s a big waste it’s the awful truth
You’ve got bad taste and the jokes on you

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Christian Nesmith – Neztoons Publishing (BMI)
Copyright 2010