You´re the head on the spear
You´re the nail on the cross
You´re the fly in my beer
You´re the key that got lost
You´re the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall
You´re mother superior in only a bra
You´re the same kind of bad as me

I´m the hat on the bed
I´m the coffee instead
The fish or cut bait
I´m the detective up late
I´m the blood on the floor
The thunder and the roar
The boat that won´t sink
I just won´t sleep a wink
You´re the same kind of bad as me

No good you say
Well that´s good enough for me

You´re the wreath that caught fire
You´re the preach to the choir
You bite down on the sheet
But your teeth have been wired
You skid in the rain
You´re trying to shift
You´re grinding the gears
You´re trying to shift
And you´re the same kind of bad as me

They told me you were no good
I know you´ll take care of all my needs
You´re the same kind of bad as me

I´m the mattress in the back
I´m the old gunnysack
I´m the one with the gun
Most likely to run
I´m the car in the weeds
If you cut me I´ll bleed
You´re the same kind of bad as me
You´re the same kind of bad as me