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