BAD NEWS

You call me cryin' What if I tell you something that makes you feel worse? Barely surviving, so whatever I'm advising Do the reverse When you're having panic attacks, I'm ill equipped Just a pat on the back, avoid eye contact Then take a crack at these rumplemintz I got problems, we got blue ribbons I got issues, we got some grey goose I got fears (Hell yeah) Well we've all cried tears But bad news goes down better with a beer The people I drink with Don't really know me They're like the waitstaff On your birthday at chili's They're forced to sing happy birthday They're forced to cheer and clap When they leave, I'm all alone I just want my baby back I got problems, we got blue ribbons I got issues, we got some grey goose I got fears (Hell yeah) Well we've all cried tears But bad news goes down better with a beer Barkeep asks me what to drink I tell him "Whisky rye" Barkeep asks me what to drink But he never asks me why I could shoot for the moon I could land amongst the stars I shot for my house But I slept in my car I got problems, "We all got em" I got issues, "Hey man, we love you" I got fears, well, we've all cried tears But bad news goes down better with a beer I got problems, we got blue ribbons I got issues, we got some grey goose I got fears (Hell yeah) Well we've all cried tears But bad news goes down better (better) Bad news goes down better (together) Bad news goes down better with a beer