Clear the board
Praise the lord
Clear the board
Praise the lord
Puff out your chest to prove you're the best
To all the kids on the ground
Beat them at sports you've never played before
To Prove that you're the man
Say something smart so the back of the class
Start laughing when the teacher goes mad
To prove it to the others
But hide it from your mother
So she doesn't tell your dad
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boy
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
When he chose to be this way
Puff out the smoke in the face of a bloke
Who's trying to steal your girl
He's muscular your fatter
But that doesn't matter
In this silly little world
When five years go fast
And the girl's in your past
And you can't remember her name
But you and him are mates
And your past is a state
And you feel anger all the same
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boy
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
When he chose to be this way
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boys
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boys
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
Twenty06 - Bad Choice Lyrics
Twenty06 - Bad Choice Lyrics
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Clear the board
Praise the lord
Clear the board
Praise the lord
Puff out your chest to prove you're the best
To all the kids on the ground
Beat them at sports you've never played before
To Prove that you're the man
Say something smart so the back of the class
Start laughing when the teacher goes mad
To prove it to the others
But hide it from your mother
So she doesn't tell your dad
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boy
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
When he chose to be this way
Puff out the smoke in the face of a bloke
Who's trying to steal your girl
He's muscular your fatter
But that doesn't matter
In this silly little world
When five years go fast
And the girl's in your past
And you can't remember her name
But you and him are mates
And your past is a state
And you feel anger all the same
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boy
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
When he chose to be this way
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boys
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boys
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
Praise the lord
Clear the board
Praise the lord
Puff out your chest to prove you're the best
To all the kids on the ground
Beat them at sports you've never played before
To Prove that you're the man
Say something smart so the back of the class
Start laughing when the teacher goes mad
To prove it to the others
But hide it from your mother
So she doesn't tell your dad
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boy
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
When he chose to be this way
Puff out the smoke in the face of a bloke
Who's trying to steal your girl
He's muscular your fatter
But that doesn't matter
In this silly little world
When five years go fast
And the girl's in your past
And you can't remember her name
But you and him are mates
And your past is a state
And you feel anger all the same
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boy
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
When he chose to be this way
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boys
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boys
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
Writer: Rob Henry
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid