Baby, you ain´t a man
´Cause my heart´s 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
The sky is growing dark
I feed on my own heart

Bad news
It´s born in my blood
Bad news

Mamma, tell me what is wrong
Every time I sing a song
You know I find you on my mind
Bad news

Whispers of what you´ve done
Crazy I bought a gun
My fingers to your window
Whiskey´s on my clothes

I´m bad news
It´s born in my blood
Bad news

Bad news