Tired of Being Bad - Shannon and the Clams

This head of mine, aches all the time

These hands they shake, from all the things they break

I’m tired of being bad, and crushing all I’ve had

Tired of being bad

I want to be good, to you

This brain of mine, swells all the time

These hands they shake, from all the things I break

I’m tired of being bad, and crushing all I’ve had

And the dog it bites, and they demand their rights

What do I do?

What do I do?

You saddle the dog and ride into the fog

What do I do?

What do I do?

Look into the sky, just before you die

Cause' I’m so tired of being bad

Tired of being bad

I want to be good, to you