Time, no sense of time No sense of no one Me and the endless sky Scenes, the fading scenes The world that I've seen A shade of transiency Heaven, back
Bad news if he could choose Would he refuse to be the bearer It seems what he has to do Could not be any clearer It's a job he can't neglect Its consequences
I took a stroll down a primrose lane on a clear blue day Everything seemed so perfectly placed Daises lined each manicured lawn Well groomed men walked
[chorus] Brigade jump on a couple of punks Nigga, we bad news (we bad news, nigga) To beef for real If you step our way it's on Anybody, everybody (oh
I got some bad news, here comes the hit squad I got some bad news, here comes the hit squad I got some bad news, here comes the hit squad I got some bad
When I wake up in the afternoon Which it pleases me to do Don't nobody bring me no bad news 'Cause I wake up already negative And I've wired up my fuse
Bad news travels like wild fire good news travels slow They all call me a Wildfire cause everybody knows That I'm bad news everywhere I go Always a gettin
Guess I'm doing something wrong Never feel right in these shoes Pocket full of matches and a head full of flames Got to warn you that I'm bad news She
Bad news black day there's been A wreck on the highway Drivin' fast in distress hit a curve And died in the darkness He'll never know how much I lose
Bad news from the star, bad news from the star, ....
(Gary Moore) Na-ha-ha. Bad news ain't no use. So keep your thoughts to yourself. You're a sad excuse, subject for abuse. Gotta throw you back up on
A billion people died on the news tonight But not so many cried at the terrible sight Well, Momma said, ?It's just make believe You can't believe everything
Come on, bad news Well, bad news travels like wild fire Good news travels slow They all call me 'Wildfire' 'cause everybody knows I'm bad news, everywhere
Didn't you know I was waiting on you? Waiting on a dream that'll never come true Didn't you know I was waiting on you? My face turned to stone when I
Bad news is come to town He's walking three feet off the ground He's ordering another round. Bound by his own ideas, Lost, doesn't know where she is found
Have you heard the news I lost my baby to another man I got a bulletin of news Late breaking story that I don't understand Should I call her up late Should