Artist: Guns N' Roses

 Album: Use Your Illusion I

 Title: Bad Apples

 Diamonds and fast cars

 Money to burn

 I got my head in the clouds

 I got these thoughts to churn

 Got my feet in the sand

 I got a house on the hill

 I got a headache like a mother

 Twice the price of my thrills

 An it's a cold day, it's a continental drift

 I said this traffic is hell

 Can you give me a lift

 An I'll try to paint a story

 Got your pictures to tell

 Yeah you got to make a living

 With what you bring yourself to sell

 I got some genuine

 Imitation

 Bad Apples

 Free sample

 For your peace o' mind

 Only $9.95

 I got my camera back from customs

 Got my law fees up to date

 Hell they musta seen me comin'

 Ain't this life so fuckin' great

 When the shit hit the fan

 It was all I could stand

 Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer

 My body's breathing while it can

 But what I don't understand is that

 My world ain't gettin' no brighter

 If I could touch the sky

 Well I would float on by

 While everybody's talkin'

 Hell I'm just another guy

 If it were up to me

 I'd say just leave me be

 Why let one bad apple

 Spoil the whole damn bunch

 Gold and caviar

 Now why'nt you pour my apathy

 I'd have all my bases covered

 If I could teach my hands to see

 But now we're down in the deep end

 Where they'd love to watch you drown

 I said your laundry could use washing

 We'll hang it up all over town

 I said Hollywood's like a dryer

 An we're down on Sunset Strip

 An you'll be suckin' down the Clorox

 'Til your life's all nice and crisp

 When the shit hit the fan

 It was all I could stand

 Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer

 My body's breathing while it can

 But what I don't understand is that

 My world ain't gettin' no brighter

 If I could touch the sky

 Well I would float on by

 While everybody's talkin'

 Hell I'm just another guy

 If it were up to me

 I'd say just leave me be

 Why let one bad apple

 Spoil the whole damn bunch

 When the shit hit the fan

 It was all I could stand

 Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer

 My body's breathing while it can

 But what I don't understand is that

 My world ain't gettin' no brighter

 If I could touch the sky

 Well I would float on by

 While everybody's talkin'

 Hell I'm just another guy

 If it were up to me

 I'd say just leave me be

 Why let one bad apple

 Spoil the whole damn bunch

 Why let one bad apple

 Spoil the whole damn bunch

 Boy!!