Baby, you ain't a man
'cause my heart's carried in your hand.
Any fool can see,
I love my misery.
Bad news
It's born in my blood.
Bad news
Some live to undo,
Some live to be undone
My grey sky's growing dark
I feed on my own heart.
Bad news
It's born in my blood.
Bad news.
Whisper's what you done,
Crazy I've brought a gun
My finger's to your window,
Whiskey's on my clothes
I'm bad news
It's born in my blood.
Bad news.
It's born in my blood.
Writer(s): John Martin
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