Down In The Mud

Down in the mud, face first you land Wiping the blood off with your hands No time to pray and you can't understand And you just can't find love when you're down in the mud Ooh, come on Hey, when you're standing up, and you're walking around And you're drinking champagne from a paper cup I like the cut of your jib When you're painting the town And you're shakin' them hips 'Cause you wanna get down Down in the mud, face first you land Wiping the blood off with your hands No time to pray and you can't understand That you just can't find love when you're down in the mud Now when you're clean as a whistle And you're hot as a pistol With no mud on your face You're just charm and grace When he says I love you And she says I love you (I love you) And you're shakin' them hips 'Cause you wanna, wanna, wanna, oh, get down (get down) When the bad times start slippin' away And the good times are like a brand-new day Yeah, when the bad times start slippin' away (bad, bad, bad, bad, bad) And the good times are like a brand-new day When you're down in the mud and face first, you land Wiping the blood off with your hands No time to pray and you can't understand And you just can't find love when you're down in the mud Yeah, you just can't find love when you're down in the mud