Bad For Your Health

(álbum: Work - 2017)

Panama city argument with a frat boy twice my size
Just 'cause you bought a cowboy hat
Don't mean you got a ticket to ride
Drinking stale beer like a sacrament
Little boy in a big man's clothes
I met a red haired girl from Birmingham with a sunburn on her nose

She said, "Babe, I ain't a doctor, but I think you need some help"
You can... try me honey, but it may be bad for your health

Motel room ceiling spinning
My plane going down
No one awake to catch me
So I crash into the ground
She had crooked teeth and a perfect smile
Those freckles on her cheek
They would disappear when our time ran out
Just fading like a dream

She said, "Babe, I ain't a doctor, but I think you need some help"
You can... try me honey, but it may be bad for your health

I hated all I didn't know before I'd felt regret
Now I'd trade fifty pounds of wisdom for an ounce of innocence
Just out in the dark like halloween
It was all a masquerade
Hearing voices in the footsteps as I turned and walked away

Saying, "Babe, I ain't a doctor, but I think you need some help"
You can... try me honey, but it may be bad for your health
Try me honey, but it may be bad for your health
Try me honey, but it may be bad for your health
Try me honey, but it may be bad for your health