Bad Boy

Oh i could be a bad boy

Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward

Maybe i'd be fine in hell

Or I could be a tough guy to my core

Wake up drunk on the precinct floor

But i don't wanna ring that bell

Two bit motel, bottle of rum

Two chicks wanna come get some

If they bring that six string

I'm gonna strum

Cause I've been a million men

I've lived life alive and dead

And I'll tell ya this

Better sung then said

I got property

I got property baby

Still I got nothing in the palm of my hand

That's my philosophy

It can go south on ya quickly

If I keep living like the man that I am

Oh i could be a bad boy

Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward

Maybe i'd be fine in hell

Or I could be a tough guy to my core

Wake up drunk on the precinct floor

But i don't wanna ring that bell

Red light road rage

Look what i've done

Two cops wanna come get some

If they sic that k9 i'm gonna run

Cause i've dodged a hundred trains

Jesus God and an early grave

But i ain't got heart for the loaded gun

Cause i got some harmony

I got a few songs left in me

Still i got something in the palm of my hand

And i got an alibi

When i get tuned up and so high

It can be easy just to not give a damn

Oh i could be a bad boy

Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward

Maybe i'd be fine in hell

Or I could be a tough guy to my core

Wake up drunk on the precinct floor

But i don't wanna ring that bell