Tilt - Worse To Bad lyrics

rate me

Dismal little pad so small i'm almost standing outside

Back to the workplace i go

Murder eight hours a day, no, make it nine

Dressing my face an open wound

On the day after day later lousy mood

I haul it off but it fall in my lap today

Tied to each thought i got a little lead balloon

You're accused

But i'm the crime

Oh it got worse

From worse to bad

Unintentional flame wont go away

Pitching in the black

Oh it got worse

IT got bad from worse to bad

Unintentional flame wont go away

Pitching in the black