Bad Enough - The Weeks

A harmless headache almost killed a man

The smeared off lipstick and a dirty hand

Leather boots and a drunken band

Play that punk darling, honey, if you can

Oh, how could you not understand?

You tear and tailor to their tender tones

Heart of sin on your busted headphones

Names and places that you knew you’d forget

Lay in the basement on a blank cassette

Oh, how could you not understand?

Fishnet conversations always turn out right

Moron in the mirror only for a night

Are you bad enough for me?

Are you bad enough for me tonight?

You chew the words, better spit em out

A crooked smoke and a dirty couch

The blurred tattoos on a stranger’s arm

Reads, «How far have we really come?»

Oh, how could you not understand?

Fishnet conversations always turn out right

Moron in the mirror only for a night

Are you bad enough for me?

Are you bad enough for me tonight?

Oh

Oh, how could you not understand?

You’ve been livin in filthy places

But you’ve had your fill

You’ve been drinkin that muddy water

But you can’t tell

Fishnet conversations always turn out right

Moron in the mirror only for a night

Are you bad enough for me?

Are you bad enough for me tonight?