The Bad Book

You can borrow that book of mine

Drop it in bath water break the spine

Fold down the corners of pages you like

Keep it forever, i don't mind

Don't go acting all innocent

I know the margins you've written in

And where you ripped out a page or ten

And rolled up a day to smoke or burn

When you're reading

Reading from the bad book

Living just how you should

Oooh don't it feel good?

Oooh don't it feel good?

Do whatever you want

Freedom don't hurt no-one

Oooh don't it feel good?

Oooh don't it feel good?

It's wild and it's beautiful, full of mistakes

Weighed down with words that you wanted to say

Baptise it in whiskey or week-old champagne

Rinse it in tears or a wedding day rain

See near the end where the pages get blank

We'll fill 'em up with or without a plan

Cos some things that happen we don't understand

And some secrets we hold in the palm of our hand

When we're reading

Reading from the bad book

Living just how we should

Oooh don't it feel good?

Oooh don't it feel good?

Do whatever we want

Freedom don't hurt no-one

Oooh don't it feel good?

Oooh don't it feel good?

Read from the bad book

Read from the bad book

Then go and send it to the priest or the paper's front page

Bury it deep or just throw it away

Only write that you lived and you were not ashamed

Then let somebody new write a new first page