| Lyrics: | Baby, you ain't a man
'cause my heart's carried in
your hand.
Any fool can see,
I
love my misery.
Bad news
It's born in my blood
Bad news
Some live to undo,
some
live to be undone
my grey sky's growing dark
I feed on my own heart.
Bad news
It's
born in my blood
Bad news
Whisper's what you done,
crazy I've bought a gun
my
finger's to your window,
Whiskey's on my clothes
I'm bad news
It's born in my
blood.
Bad news.
It's born in my blood. |
