Baby Brings Bad News

I'm getting sick of everyone I'm with I'm getting sick of keeping positive And I'm getting bored of putting on a smile And I've been so good but it doesn't do me no good Yeah, I've been so good but it doesn't pay like it should Lord, it's so hard to keep your head When you've got everything to lose And baby just brings bad news As she goes running through I'm getting sick of cleaning up the mess And I'm getting sick of his helplessness I'm getting bored of feeling insecure And I'm getting bored of looking at his bedroom door I'm getting bored of the songs he sings That I've heard a million times before Lord, it's so hard to keep your head When you've got everything to lose And baby just brings bad news As she goes running through Lord, it's so hard to keep your friends When you own everything they choose So baby just sings the blues To anyone who seems to care Lord, it's so hard to keep your head When you've got everything to lose And baby just brings bad news As she goes running through Lord, it's so easy when you're on the floor When you've got nothing left to lose So baby just cries for food Off anyone who won't refuse Off anyone who won't refuse Off anyone who won't refuse