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, till 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 Spoil