Bad for Your Health

Panama city argument with a frat boy twice my size Just 'cause you bought a cowboy hat Don't mean you got a ticket to ride Drinkin' stale beer like a sacrament Little boy in a big man's clothes I met a red haired girl from Birmingham with a sunburn on her nose She said, "Babe, I ain't a doctor, but I think you need some help" You can try me honey, but may be bad for your health Motel room ceiling spinning My plane going down No one awake to catch me So I crash into the ground She had crooked teeth and a perfect smile Those freckles on her cheek They would disappear when our time ran out Just fading like a dream She said, "Babe, I ain't a doctor, but I think you need some help" You can try me honey, but may be bad for your health I hated all I didn't know before I'd felt regret Now I'd trade fifty pounds of wisdom for an ounce of innocence Just out in the dark like halloween It was all a masquerade Hearing voices in the footsteps as I turned and walked away Saying, "Babe, I ain't a doctor, but I think you need some help" You can try me honey, but may be bad for your health You can try me honey, but may be bad for your health You can try me honey, but may be bad for your health Try me honey, but may be bad for your health