Fire on the mountain plain
It seems we drove all day
How quick can I turn the curve
Before my vision clears?
At last, satisfied
Well, I'm made of straps
Told me what I cannot see
Finally, find me smooth
Am I the bad one? (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Am I the good son? (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
There is no lesson (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Just take your medicine (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
When I caught up to myself
I was angry as all hell
Wag my finger, shake my head
Do you remember what I said?
Honey, brandy
To better would she make
Like a rope tied around your toe
But never have her near
Am I the bad one? (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Am I the good son? (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
You learnt your lesson (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
There is no medicine (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
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