The Modern Death of Bad News - Jean Dawson
Lyrics by：Jean Dawson
Composed by：Jean Dawson
Ooh yeah
They say looks could kill yeah
I say ooh yeah
Don't you look familiar?
And Mona Lisa don't cry for me no more
I swear my face turn to stone
My lips burnt tongue turn to coal
Yeah you stay locked on my throat
And Mona Lisa don't smile for me no more
I can't stay stuck in this pose
I can't take drugs on my own
I can't lie and sing along
You don't know the song
Ooh yeah
They say love can cure ya
And I say ooh yeah
Do I look familiar?
You could play blind and I can act tough
Take it in stride no take not a breath
You could waste time and I could waste less
You could change lives and still look a mess
You can blow kisses writin' my fiction
All of my friends is sending white Benzes
All of my skin descend on white women
Pop me a pill and sing 'bout religion
Bad news comes around my black skin
Bad news comes out the ghetto
Bad news it would appear I'm him
Bad news I'm your description baby oh
I left home without a penny to my name
I travel north pawning off wedding rings
I found my soul on new pavement baby
I ain't never been afraid of anything
Bad news comes around my black skin
Bad news comes out the ghetto
Bad news it would appear I'm him
Bad news I'm your description baby
