Tired Of Being Bad

Tired Of Being Bad
Tired of being bad
Tired of being bad
Tired of being bad
I want to be good to you
This head of mine, aches all the time
And these hands they shake from all the things they break
I'm tired of being bad
And crushing all I've had

Tired of being bad
Tired of being bad
Tired of being bad
I want to be good to you
Good to you
This brain of mine, swells all the time
These hands they shake, from all the things I break
I'm tired of being bad
And crushing all I've had
And the dog it bites, and they demand their rights
What do I do? What do I do?
You saddle the dog and ride into the fog
What do I do? What do I do?
Look into the sky, just before you die
Cause' I'm so tired of being, being bad