Guns N' Roses Bad Apples Letras:
Diamonds and fast cars
Money to burn
I got my head in the clouds
I got these thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the sand
I got a house on the hill
I got a headache like a mother
Twice the price of my thrills
And it's a cold day
It's a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell
Can you give me a lift
And I'll try to paint a story
Got your pictures to tell
Yeah you got to make a living
With what you bring yourself to sell

I got some genuine
Imitation
Bad apples
Free sample
For your peace o' mind only
I got my camera back from customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell they must have seen me coming
Ain't this life so fucking great

When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I´m a frequent flyer
My body's breathing while it can
But what I don´t understand is that
My world ain´t getting no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody's talking
Hell I´m just another guy
If it were up to me
I´d say just leave me be
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Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch

Gold and caviar
Now won't you pour my apathy
I´d have all my bases covered
If I could teach my hands to see
But now we're down in the deep end
Where they'd love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could use washing
We'll hang it up all over town
I said Hollywood's like a dryer
And we're down on Sunset Strip
And you´ll be sucking down the Clorox
'Til your life's all nice and crisp

When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I´m a frequent flyer
My body's breathing while it can
But what I don´t understand is that
My world ain´t getting no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody's talking
Hell I´m just another guy
If it were up to me
I´d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch

When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I´m a frequent flyer
My body's breathing while it can
But what I don´t understand is that
My world ain´t getting no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody's talking
Hell I´m just another guy
If it were up to me
I´d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
Why let that one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
Boy!!
Letras: Bad Apples Guns N' Roses [final]