Bad Apples (Live In Rio De Janiero, Estadio De Maracana - January 23, 1991)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Diamonds and fast cars, money to burn Got my head in the clouds, I got these thoughts to churn Got my feet in the sand, I got a house on the hill Got a headache like a mother twice the price of my thrills [Pre-Chorus] And it's a cold day in the continental drift I said, "This traffic is hell, can you give me a lift?" And I'll try to paint a story, got your pictures to tell You got to make a livin' with what you bring yourself to sell [Verse 2] Got some genuine, imitation bad apples Free sample for your peace of mind [Pre-Chorus] Got my camera back from customs, got my law fees up to date Must've seen me comin', ain't this life so fuckin' great? [Chorus] Shit hit the fan, it was all I could stand, yeah I'm a frequent flyer My body's breathin' while it can, but what I don't understand (is that) My world ain't gettin' no brighter I could touch the sky, float on by While everybody's talkin', hell, I'm just another guy Were up to me, leave it be Why let one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch? [Verse 3] Gold and caviar Won't you pour my apathy? I'd have all the bases covered I could teach my hands to see [Pre-Chorus] Now, we're down in the deep end, where they'd love to watch you drown Laundry could use washing, hang it up all over town Like a dryer, down on Sunset Strip An' you'll be suckin' down on the Clorox, life's all nice and crisp [Chorus] (When the shit hits the fan) It was all I could stand I'm a frequent flyer My body's breathin' while it can, but what I don't understand (is that) My world ain't gettin' no brighter I could touch the sky, (I would) float on by Hell, I'm just another guy It were up to me, leave me be One bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch, no [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] When the shit hits the fan, it was all I could stand I'm a frequent flyer My body's breathin' while it can, don't understand My world ain't gettin' no brighter If I could touch the sky, (I would) float on by Everybody's talkin', hell, I'm just another guy Up to me, (I'd say), just leave me be (I said) One bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch? (One bad apple's gonna) No-whoa [Outro] Boy!