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