Broadsword calling Danny boy Broadsword calling Danny boy You know what I feel They say I gotta They say I gotta - a bad attitude You wanna buy a picture of your sister in her birthday suit No gratitude Street tough talkin' but you always get screwed Hey your face don't fit burn down the school Only way to stay cool gotta break some rules Systems made for fools
No aptitude You get real slow and you slide into decrepitude It's all platitudes This one way street always ends in penal servitude Get out there (get out there) Get on the street go on and break some rules
You know what I feel You know what I feel Rip it up - I gotta bad attitude Tear it down - I gotta bad attitude
A bad attitude You can't think straight when you're raised on junk food No solitude Somebody help me gotta getta grip on my latitude You're just a destitute Your folks don't like it when they see you starrin' on the news
You know what I feel You know what I feel Rip it up - I gotta bad attitude Tear it down - I gotta bad attitude
You're just a destitute Some kinda prostitute Sometimes I just wanna sit back and relax and get me some pulchritude (ha ha) Lets get stewed Get crude
A bad attitude
Rip it up - I gotta bad attitude Tear it down - I gotta bad attitude Rip it up - I gotta bad attitude Tear it down - I gotta bad attitude
So don't tell me what I gotta do I'm sick of wise guys feeding me all these verisimilitudes I ain't a fool You'd better watch out honey - I'm one pissed off dude I gotta bad attitudeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
