you alight Or maybe you've seen someone somewhere before That I might have loved if i'd never loved you But you only see me in... Bad dreams
's bad, he's Cee Lo Green But you can just call him the soul machine He's bad, he's Cee Lo Green But you can just call him the soul machine He's bad,
smile but teeth flying against our necks You see something too but can't call it's name "Ain't it too bad" y'all said Ain't it too bad, such a nice
*Chorus* we were made to be bad and it might make you mad we're so wild you're Born 2 B Mild denim jeans and sticky dreams just a rock & roll machine
No friend but yourself Compassion dies Lords of opression In jail you'll die Your knowledge won't help you now Loser This is what you are Bad dreams
sidewalk" when things get rough/ don't sweat it sometimes in life you just have to let it and sing out a song / so strong that even a bad dream couldn
man has made her feel this white electric bliss such a perfect dream i finally get the girl not the sex machine what a perfect world i know i want that girl so bad
Behind the doors on the fourth floor Of a Manchester morgue Little fingers on the durex machine God bless them, yes God bless them And God bless Milton
the outcome bad Any one of you niggas fuck with my team? Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam Sleep on that and get killed while you dream Fuck a
myself how did I lose my woman for this here girl Well she lays back like a queen In some dark medieval dream All at once god becomes a big old machine
sorry signs on cash machines And it don't look like anything you've dreamed of I won't let you give it up With sorry sighs and forced bad luck Come
Machine gun, battle cry, you pray to God when the bullets fly, The bombs fall like black rain, an' all your dreams take you home again, Nothing but bad
see me crying like a baby Grieving not believing he's on a machine keeping him breathing He aint leaving hell naw he's staying right here Hoping Im dreaming
in a jar I need it wherever I go God has created man Beyond her wildest dreams A bad machine will not admit That he's a bad machine A life's obsession
emotions [hippie] I roam the universe in cosmic meditation to find my inner me I'm getting high on love and spiritual vibrations to set bad karma free
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was
all dying of aids o the neutron bomb is so fucking ingenious kill a million people instantly but preserve their machines erase a culture and a race but their fax machines
to your job and handcuff your boss Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off Then sit you up on the copy machine Make copies of your kitten
