We’re the underdogs
We're in this war of art
Haven’t we had enough damn rockstars?
You’re the sunshine stealers
We’re the over feelers
Haven’t we had enough damn rockstars?
And then I hit the lights and make you move
If you could just let go
Well I could show you how no one’s too cool
If you would just lose control
They say (oh-oh)
That he’s just bad news, bad news
And they say (oh-oh)
Yeah she’s just bad news, bad news
Wax poetic
You look pathetic, yeah
Haven’t we had enough damn rockstars?
You want to love, you don’t know how
Everyone’s sober when you are around
Haven’t we had enough damn rockstars?
(Haven’t we had enough damn rockstars?)
And then I hit the lights and make you move
If you could just let go
Well I could show you how no one’s too cool
If you would just lose control
And they say (oh-oh)
That he's just bad news, bad news
And they say (oh-oh)
Yeah, she’s just bad news, bad news
And they say (oh-oh)
Yeah, he’s just bad news, bad news
They say (oh-oh)
Yeah, she’s just bad news, bad news
I could hit the lights and make you move
If you would just let go
I could show you how no one’s too cool
If you would just let yourself go
And they say (oh-oh)
That he’s just bad news, bad news
And they say (oh-oh)
Yeah, she’s just bad news, bad news
And they say (oh-oh)
Yeah, he’s just bad news, bad news
And they say (oh-oh)
Yeah, she’s just bad news, bad news
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