Bubba Coltrane and the Train Wrecks - Bad Habits

I've got fine taste in liquor, but a five dollar bill
A taste of scotch won't get me there, a cheap jug of wine sure will
Got a fresh book of matches and a half-pack Marlboro Reds
Step outside to light one up but I just can't clear my head

(Bad Habits) Bad Habits
(Bad Habits) They're gonna get you
(Bad Habits) Bad Habits
Gonna be the death of me

Got one in the hand, two in the bush, three more mouths to feed
Four on the floor, five golden rings and a six ounce of what I need
Seven deadly sins to get this far, Eighty-eight keys of truth
Nine hundred dollars and a stolen car, Think I gotta bust a groove

(Bad Habits) Bad Habits
(Bad Habits) They're gonna get you
(Bad Habits) Bad Habits
Gonna be the death of me

I've got upside for me this time
It's finally falling into place
You gotta play the hand you're dealt
I'm finally sitting on a pocket ace
But there's skeletons in the closet and a monkey hanging on my back
When the darkness falls upon me you know it's going to fade to black

(Bad Habits) Bad Habits
(Bad Habits) They're gonna get you
(Bad Habits) Bad Habits
Gonna be the death of me

Written by:
Brian Veraa

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