Bad Boy

Oh i could be a bad boy Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward Maybe i'd be fine in hell Or I could be a tough guy to my core Wake up drunk on the precinct floor But i don't wanna ring that bell Two bit motel, bottle of rum Two chicks wanna come get some If they bring that six string I'm gonna strum Cause I've been a million men I've lived life alive and dead And I'll tell ya this Better sung then said I got property I got property baby Still I got nothing in the palm of my hand That's my philosophy It can go south on ya quickly If I keep living like the man that I am Oh i could be a bad boy Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward Maybe i'd be fine in hell Or I could be a tough guy to my core Wake up drunk on the precinct floor But i don't wanna ring that bell Red light road rage Look what i've done Two cops wanna come get some If they sic that k9 i'm gonna run Cause i've dodged a hundred trains Jesus God and an early grave But i ain't got heart for the loaded gun Cause i got some harmony I got a few songs left in me Still i got something in the palm of my hand And i got an alibi When i get tuned up and so high It can be easy just to not give a damn Oh i could be a bad boy Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward Maybe i'd be fine in hell Or I could be a tough guy to my core Wake up drunk on the precinct floor But i don't wanna ring that bell