Baby, you ain't a man
'cause my heart's 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
Grey sky is growing dark
I feed on my own heart
Bad news
It's born in my blood
Bad news
Mamma, tell me what is wrong
Every time I sing a song
You know I find you on my mind
Bad news
Whispers of what you've done
Crazy I bought a gun
My fingers to your window
Whiskey's on my clothes
I'm bad news
It's born in my blood
Bad news
Bad news
Bad, bad news
Writer(s): John Martin
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