Broadsword calling Danny boy
Broadsword calling Danny boy
You know what I feel (broadsword calling Danny boy, broadsword calling Danny boy)
You know what I feel
You know what I feel
You know what I feel (broadsword calling Danny boy)
You know what I feel (broadsword calling Danny boy)
You know what I feel
You know what I feel
You know what I feel (broadsword calling Danny boy)
You know what I feel (broadsword calling Danny boy)
They say I gotta, they say I gotta
A bad attitude
You wanna buy a picture of your sister in her birthday suit
And no gratitude
Street tough talking but you always get screwed
Hey your face don't fit burn down the school
Only way to stay cool, gotta break some rules
System's made for fools
And no aptitude
You get real slow when you slide into decrepitude
It's all platitudes
This one way street always ends in penal servitude
Get out there, get out there
Get on the street, go on break some rules
You know what I feel
You know what I feel
Rip it up
I got a bad attitude
Tear it down
I got a bad attitude
A bad attitude
You can't think straight when you're raised on junk food
And no solitude
Somebody help me gonna get a grip on my latitude
You're just a destitute
Your folks don't like it when they see you starring on the news
You know what I feel
You know what I feel
Rip it up
I got a bad attitude
Tear it down
I got a bad attitude
You're just a destitute
Some kinda prostitute
Sometimes I just wanna sit back and relax and get me some pulchritude
Let's get stewed, get crude
Ow
A bad attitude
Yeah, yeah
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Rip it up
I got a bad attitude
Tear it down
I got a bad attitude
Rip it up
I got a bad attitude
Tear it down
I got a bad attitude
So don't tell me what I gotta do
I'm sick of wise guys feeding me all these verisimilitudes
I ain't a fool
You better watch out honey
I'm one pissed off dude
I got a bad attitude