Bad

Baby don’t you know at night
I cut out your face
To dress the heads in magazines
you thought you’d replace
And if you held your nose
you could avoid the taste
And close your mouth and lick your lips
and leave no trace

Dirty secrets
feel so bad
Unspoken broken promises
feel so bad
Abusing known stupidity
is even worse
I cite misunderstanding
the girls just cry, just curse
…

Dawning realisation
always comes too late
When they work out the perverted tastes
they’re meant to sate
Rafsanjani’s got just
so much on his plate
Wrecking lives and drinking late
and just so hard to hate

Dirty secrets
feel so bad
Now you’ve made everyone
feel so bad
What does the honest public get out of this
on a good day juicy gossip at worst a kiss
Always always
feeling so bad