Good Taste in Bad Friends

I walk a lonely street Just my shadow and me And the patter of feet Tells me that trouble is following me I'm surrounded by madness I'm being chased by the night As I grew up on sadness And domestical fights And I'm a dealer of trouble My misery never ends Guess my trouble counts double I've got good taste in bad friends I'm always walking in shadows Trying to hide from the blues Coz everytime my head shows I'm being hit by bad news I stagger through this town Trying to outrun my life But it keeps chasing me down I'll never get out alive And I'm a dealer of trouble My misery never ends Guess my trouble counts double I've got good taste in bad friends