What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
I never thought about the correlation
I see the lips move but who don't know I'm deaf on the right side
Scratch the surface, towing the party line, swearing in the pulpit
I may have to swallow it sometimes just make sure they see me spit
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
I should been a little more awake
Oh man what brilliant fake, what another great give and go
I cry like sour grapes was dripping from my tongue
And I don't taste it
I got to face up to what I'm not
I would shed my skin to peek inside
But the vulture has to feed sometimes
Like a parking lot that ain't ever got no space
I drive my fortune away to a safe place
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
Chris kHz - Bad Taste Lyrics
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What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
I never thought about the correlation
I see the lips move but who don't know I'm deaf on the right side
Scratch the surface, towing the party line, swearing in the pulpit
I may have to swallow it sometimes just make sure they see me spit
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
I should been a little more awake
Oh man what brilliant fake, what another great give and go
I cry like sour grapes was dripping from my tongue
And I don't taste it
I got to face up to what I'm not
I would shed my skin to peek inside
But the vulture has to feed sometimes
Like a parking lot that ain't ever got no space
I drive my fortune away to a safe place
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
What's the bad taste
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
I never thought about the correlation
I see the lips move but who don't know I'm deaf on the right side
Scratch the surface, towing the party line, swearing in the pulpit
I may have to swallow it sometimes just make sure they see me spit
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
I should been a little more awake
Oh man what brilliant fake, what another great give and go
I cry like sour grapes was dripping from my tongue
And I don't taste it
I got to face up to what I'm not
I would shed my skin to peek inside
But the vulture has to feed sometimes
Like a parking lot that ain't ever got no space
I drive my fortune away to a safe place
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
What's the bad taste in my mouth again
What's the bad taste
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
This is an easy kind of rage
Writer: Christopher Kimball
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid