Good Thing Gone Bad
My life ain't what it seems
It's all about getting what I need
Public enemy number one
Comes straight from the lost and found
I don't work I don't pay no rent
I'm just a juvenile delinquent
He's a juvenile delinquent, hallelujah he's a delinquent
Don't know what I'm longing for
I'm just trouble coming knock upon your door Every dream I've ever had
Always seemed to end up on the floor
Don't care about politics
The prime minister makes me sick
A terrorist a criminal
The kind of person you don't like at all I'm not afraid of my own thoughts
I'm not afraid I might get caught
Trying to get what I've never had
But somehow it makes me feel so sad Everybody keeps telling med
I'm nothing but a good thing gone bad
Day drifting ain't so bad
Beeing broke is not that sad
Gimme heaven or gimme hell
Gimme the stuff and I'll make the sell Blood will put out the fire
Death will get me higher
Did I ever make you cry?
Did I ever bring water to your eye? Did you ever feel mistreated?
In that case I do apologize
Writer/s: Viktor Henriksson, Petter Heinemann, John Sijbren Leonard, David Ericsson
