Lyrics

Well we're all a little high, In some shit town bar. The dark edge of town, Parked out by the car. We got switch blade decisions, And the two bit kids, Back alley deals, With a sown in leather skin. Well they don't mess around, When it comes to getting paid, They'll cut you to pieces, Like they do their cocaine. Cause we are bad company, We got the sweetest drugs, And the smooth whiskey. We're making gin in the bathtub, And love in the kitchen. Rock and roll music, For the girls that wanna listen. We are bad company, yeah. And we ain't leaving here, Til' we burn the place down, Well the nickname is Sam, And I run this town. Well that band on stage, Is a shit show off, You give me the bottle, I'll give em' a song. Put the "O" back in "Cuntry", Forget about the money, And sing something That means something to me. Cause we are bad company, We got the sweetest drugs, And the smooth whiskey. We're making gin in the bathtub, And love in the kitchen. Rock and roll music, For the girls that wanna listen. We are bad company, yeah. And we ain't leaving here, Til' we burn the place down, Well the nickname is Sam, And I run this town. I hear Jenny is caught up in the back of a car, Downtown second street, The corner of the bar. The phone stopped ringing, And it's getting kinda late, The fourty-five is talkin', While I sit outside and wait. Cause we are bad company, We got the sweetest drugs, And the smooth whiskey. We're making gin in the bathtub, And love in the kitchen. Rock and roll music, For the girls that wanna listen. We are bad company, yeah. And we ain't leaving here, Til' we burn the place down, Well the nickname is Sam, And I run this town.
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