Bad Idea Songtext / Lyric

Perfectly ugly, I'm standing up here in front of you

Like a living work of art

And I can do cute with a bite or angry with a personable side

But they're my only parts

And this town crossed its legs a long time ago baby

When it got sick of trying

And the violent soprano of an ambulance siren screams round the block

Like the whole world is dying



And oh, oh I have to give everything a name

And oh no I can smell gas in here again

And you say what an explosive little sugar I am

And I say “well you know, sweetheart, you live on bad ideas”






She managed them both like some dizzy soap opera queen on the TV

And I manoeuvred my way round the rocks smuggling scorn into my words

And she didn't even see me

I love it when you float off like some great feather in the breeze

Now the only trouble is I'm left sitting here panting for more

Like a bitch on heat, now



And oo, oh I have to give everything a name

And oh no, I can smell gas in here again

And you say what an explosive little sugar I am

And I say “well you know, asshole, you live on bad ideas”



Skin tight and forthright

I can pick this fight alone

Hold on we can take it on 'cause even

Words can cut to bone



Skin tight and forthright

I can pick this fight alone

Hold on we can take it on 'cause even

Words



Oh, oh I have to give everything a name

And oh no, I can smell gas in here again

And you say what an explosive little sugar I am

And I say “well you know, asshole, you live on bad ideas”