The Modern Death of Bad News

Ooh, yeah
They say looks could kill ya
And I say, ooh, yeah
Don't you look familiar?

And Mona Lisa don't cry for me no more
I swear my face turned to stone
My lips burned, tongue turned to coal
Yeah, you stay locked on my throat

And Mona Lisa don't smile for me no more
I can't stay stuck in this pose
I can't take drugs on my own
I can't lie and sing along, you don't know this song

Ooh, yeah
They say love can kill ya
And I say, ooh, yeah
Do I look familiar?

You could play blind and I can act deaf
Take it in stride, no, take not a breath (ay)
You could waste time and I could waste less
You could change live and still look a mess (ay, hey, ow)

You can blow kisses right in my fiction
All of my friends is into white Benzes
All of my skin descend on white women
Pop me a pill and sing "Bad Religion" (ay, hey, hey)

Bad news comes around my black skin
Bad news comes out the ghetto
Bad news, it would appear I'm him
Bad news, I'm your description, baby, yeah

I left home without a penny to my name
I traveled north, pawnin' off wedding rings
I found my soul on new pavement, baby
I ain't never been afraid of anything

Bad news comes around my black skin
Bad news comes out the ghetto
Bad news, it would appear I'm him
Bad news, I'm your description, baby