Somebody told me you're a junkie now

And that you've always been a junkie

Man, I never would've guessed that

I used to sit around and wonder how

People fall into a trap just to stumble off the footpath

And it's all peace, love, and harmony

To politics and celebrity

Second nature to the youth scene

It's a must see

Understand it's a curse

You've got trouble in your blood

Write a song, second verse

Underneath it there's a love

Recognize the things you do

You make a mess but baby, you know who

It sounds impossible but, man, it's [bad word] 
You are the bad, the bad seed of this town

I bought your record out on Cherry Red

It wasn't good, well, it was great

I believed it was the next step

Somebody phoned and said the dream is dead

He's just busy counting coppers

Man, it makes me see red

And it's all a part of the balance that

You don't deserve all the love you have

It's the [bad word] of life, but you throw it away like candy

Understand it's a curse

You've got trouble in your blood

Write a song, second verse

Underneath it there's a love

Recognize the things you do

You make a mess but baby, you know who

Understand it's a curse

You've got trouble in your blood

Write a song, second verse

Underneath it there's a love

Recognize the things you do

You make a mess but baby, you know who

It sounds impossible but, man, it's [bad word] 
You are the bad, the bad seed of this town

I've been boxing a match for one

Seven days in the burning sun

All kinds of money and too much time

I've [bad word] 
Around once with town in a circle game

Double fists and a single shame

Oh, I am lost and lonely in the arms of London

She cries

I never would've done it

I never would've lied

I never would've done it

I never would've slashed my parents' [bad word] 
I never would've slashed my parents' [bad word] 
I never would've done it

I never would've lied

I never would've done it

I never would've slashed my parents' [bad word] 
I never would've slashed my parents' [bad word] 
If I thought for a moment you would leave me

With my big dreams

Slightly out of reach

Techno on the beach

I bet you made a scene in your million dollar shorts

You have to give it up and try

The future you deny

Underneath it all there's a motive to the force

Understand it's a curse

You've got trouble in your blood

Write a song, second verse

Underneath it there's a love

Recognize the things you do

You make a mess but baby, you know who

Understand it's a curse

You've got trouble in your blood

Write a song, second verse

Underneath it there's a love

Recognize the things you do

You make a mess but baby, you know who

It sounds impossible but, man, it's [bad word] 
You are the bad, the bad seed of this town