Besedila: Badlees. Little hell.

Once was a man who didn't do too well
He spent more than a little time down in his little hell
He had time to decide
Even if it was worth the ride

He started early on before it was cool
To take the risk on of dealin' in the high school
Never mind that a line
Wasn't much more than a good time

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Carefree and careful as a man could be
What are the risks of burnin' hot if you can't even see
That the ore's run aground
Sinkin' in into the shore

Careful and conscious of the burning red
Of the flashing lights and the feelin' of dread
Captured in everythin'
In this draggin' little moment

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Inevitably in a little hell
Immeasurably in a little hell
Character breathes
With a little hell

Run out of thoughts and possibilities
It ain't only the man with no eyes who can't see
You back up, up a day
Could-a wrote, wrote it all

You back up, in a daze
Should-a wrote, wrote it all down

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah