Bad Apples - Dirty Blues Lyrics

Three euros left on the bank account
I live fast and I eat what I find
I know baby, maybe I should stop
But I can't get enough, can't get enough
I left my job and my girl left me
But I still stand in what I believe
In a Guitar I've got all I Need And I can't get enough, can't get enough
And as I'm walking down the street
I feel the hate of this society
Here they don't want you to pursue your dreams
While I can't get enough, I can't get enough of it
Nice dressed guy who scowls at me
You think your money is everything
You're blinded by your shiny things
And you can't see that I've had enough
Baby don't cry for me
I have nothing but at least I'm free
I don't have money, I don't have looks
If you judge me by the cover you will never read the book
I've got an ugly scarf and an old used jacket
But with my dirty blues I got you in my pocket
I don't have money, I don't have looks
If you judge me by the cover you will never read the book
I've got an ugly scarf and an old used jacket
But with my dirty blues I got you in my pocket
I don't have money, I don't have looks
I've got an ugly scarf and an old used jacket
But with my dirty blues I f*cking got you in my pocket baby!