Grand Charade - Bad Manners

Ya System, Ya Sista
Ya System, Ya Sista

I've got some real bad manners for ya
Ya system, ya sista
I've got some real bad manners for ya
Ya system, ya sista

I heard these lies that I should be
Some kind of a busy body
And trade my time
And trade my soul
Money is and be the only goal

I got the sense
That it'd be me
Me who put these chains on me
I got the sense
That it'd be me
Being a gear in this machine

And I chose to belong
And I choose to play along
And I choose to sing the song
But I'm fed up
I'm coming undone so

I've got some real bad manners for ya
Ya system, ya sista
I've got some real bad manners for ya
Ya system, ya sista
I've got some real bad manners for ya
Ya system, ya sista
I've got some real bad manners for ya
Ya system, ya sista

And I choose to play along
And I choose to sing the song
But I'm fed up
I'm coming undone so

I've got some real bad manners for ya
Ya system, ya sista
I've got some real bad manners for ya
Ya system, ya sista
I've got some real bad manners for ya
Ya system, ya sista
I've got some real bad manners for ya
Ya system, ya sista

Written by:
Grant Sherrod

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