Bad Attitude - Unsteady

Broadsword calling Danny boy

Broadsword calling Danny boy

You know what I feel

They say I gotta

They say I gotta — a bad attitude

You wanna buy a picture of your sister in her birthday suit

No gratitude

Street tough talkin' but you always get screwed

Hey your face don’t fit burn down the school

Only way to stay cool gotta break some rules

Systems made for fools

No aptitude

You get real slow and 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 and break some rules

You know what I feel

You know what I feel

Rip it up — I gotta bad attitude

Tear it down — I gotta bad attitude

A bad attitude

You can’t think straight when you’re raised on junk food

No solitude

Somebody help me gotta getta grip on my latitude

You’re just a destitute

Your folks don’t like it when they see you starrin' on the news

You know what I feel

You know what I feel

Rip it up — I gotta bad attitude

Tear it down — I gotta bad attitude

You’re just a destitute

Some kinda prostitute

Sometimes I just wanna sit back and relax and get me some pulchritude (ha ha)

Lets get stewed

Get crude

A bad attitude

Rip it up — I gotta bad attitude

Tear it down — I gotta bad attitude

Rip it up — I gotta bad attitude

Tear it down — I gotta 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’d better watch out honey — I’m one pissed off dude

I gotta bad attitude