Shannon and the Clams
Tired of Being Bad
Tired of being badI want to be good, to youThis head of mine, aches all the timeThese hands they shake, from all the things they breakI'm tired of being bad, and crushing all I've hadTired of being badI want to be good, to youThis brain of mine, swells all the timeThese hands they shake, from all the things I breakI'm tired of being bad, and crushing all I've hadAnd the dog it bites, and they demand their rightsWhat do I do? What do I do?You saddle the dog and ride into the fogWhat do I do? What do I do?Look into the sky, just before you dieCause' I'm so tired of being badTired of being badI want to be good, to you
From Letras Mania