Bad for Your Health - Ron Pope

Panama city argument with a frat boy twice my size

Just 'cause you bought a cowboy hat

Don’t mean you got a ticket to ride

Drinkin' stale beer like a sacrament

Little boy in a big man’s clothes

I met a red haired girl from Birmingham with a sunburn on her nose

She said, «Babe, I ain’t a doctor, but I think you need some help»

You can… try me honey, but it may be bad for your health

Motel room ceilin' spinnin'

My plane going down

No one awake to catch me

So I crash into the ground

She had crooked teeth and a perfect smile

Those freckles on her cheek

They would disappear when our time ran out

Just fading like a dream

She said, «Babe, I ain’t a doctor, but I think you need some help»

You can… try me honey, but it may be bad for your health

I hated all I didn’t know before I’d felt regret

Now I’d trade fifty pounds of wisdom for an ounce of innocence

Just out in the dark like halloween

It was all a masquerade

Hearing voices in the footsteps as I turned and walked away

Sayin', «Babe, I ain’t a doctor, but I think you need some help»

You can… try me honey, but it may be bad for your health

Try me honey, but it may be bad for your health

Try me honey, but it may be bad for your health

Try me honey, but it may be bad for your health