Somewhere around the valley of the rouge, pissing cheap words on handbills and riding with death. Where all the lucky ones get ruined. When you'd rather get ruined than half eaten 'cause we're all beaten. Rather fluent in bruises, defeated and we're all afraid but so brave. But from womb to grave and everything in between it gets real fucking mean, and you wondy why I drink? I wonder why we're not all drunks sunk in our dumps where nothing changes. But at least we don't have to play. Faces wax fact repossessed, collapsed jaws, blood-nosed faces, playing the lotto when they know they should be drinking 56, 12, 27 and 12. Even though I bet, I cheat myself.
If you find some error in Bad Life Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You.
Review the song Bad Life
The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.
The BAD LIFE LYRICS are the property of the respective authors, artists and labels, the lyrics are provided for educational purposes only , If you like the song, please buy relative CD to support Malady.
Download "Malady" Music 
