Tak Samo Źli

You’re the head on the spear

You’re the nail on the cross

You’re the fly in my beer

You’re the key that got lost

You’re the letter from Jesus

On the bathroom wall

You’re mother superior

In only a bra

You’re the same kind of bad as me

I’m the hat on the bed

I’m the coffee instead

The fish or cut bait

I’m the detective up late

I’m the blood on the floor

The thunder and the roar

The boat that won’t sink

I just won’t sleep a wink

You’re the same kind of bad as me

No good you say

Well that’s good enough for me

You’re the wreath that caught fire

You’re the preach to the choir

You bite down on the sheet

But your teeth have been wired

You skid in the rain

You’re trying to shift

You’re grinding the gears

You’re trying to shift

And you’re the same kind of bad as me

They told me you were no good

I know you’ll take care of all my needs

You’re the same kind of bad as me

I’m the mattress in the back

I’m the old gunnysack

I’m the one with the gun

Most likely to run

I’m the car in the weeds

If you cut me I’ll bleed

You’re the same kind of bad as me