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Six Gun Jury – Bad Music lyrics
He’s the world’s most famous bassist
Though the music world won’t face it
He thinks he knows
When the bottom comes and goes, yeah
Let me dress you in leather
Put a spot on your shoes, yeah
Buy a bubble gum crowd that moves
And change your music
All your music is bad, bad
Brand your music
All your music as bad, bad
Find yourself in a hotel
She locks the keys in your car, yeah
She walks in with a suede mouth
And tells you who you are
She’s a wild rocker
She’s got camel hair on her legs
Her hair’s seven shades of blue
And all over you
But she’s carving her motto
On the edge of your soul, yeah
She’s in love with rock ‘n roll
And all your music
All your music is bad, bad
Brand your music
Make no music, it’s bad, bad
There are no reputations
We checked them at the door
There are no stipulations
We’re rotten to the core
But the crowd expands in silence
On the brink of clubland violence
Hold tight, hold tight
Every blister’s turning white
Backing up to the basics
With a hammer and nails, yeah
And a bleeding heart that wails
That this whole system
This whole scene is bad, bad
All your underhanded schemes are bad
Though the music world won’t face it
He thinks he knows
When the bottom comes and goes, yeah
Let me dress you in leather
Put a spot on your shoes, yeah
Buy a bubble gum crowd that moves
And change your music
All your music is bad, bad
Brand your music
All your music as bad, bad
Find yourself in a hotel
She locks the keys in your car, yeah
She walks in with a suede mouth
And tells you who you are
She’s a wild rocker
She’s got camel hair on her legs
Her hair’s seven shades of blue
And all over you
But she’s carving her motto
On the edge of your soul, yeah
She’s in love with rock ‘n roll
And all your music
All your music is bad, bad
Brand your music
Make no music, it’s bad, bad
There are no reputations
We checked them at the door
There are no stipulations
We’re rotten to the core
But the crowd expands in silence
On the brink of clubland violence
Hold tight, hold tight
Every blister’s turning white
Backing up to the basics
With a hammer and nails, yeah
And a bleeding heart that wails
That this whole system
This whole scene is bad, bad
All your underhanded schemes are bad
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