Bad Taste

I keep tryin, to set it off, can't get a word in (I been wrong)
I keep tryin, to get through, next in line, ain't got no more time (I been wrong)
Let's take a walk, against traffic, to prove a point (I been wrong)
I keep tryin, to set it off, can't get a word in
You ever been wrong? You ever been right?
Ain't it all just so fucking grand?

And it's just a bad taste (I can't spit it out)
And you're only gonna waste (More than we got)
Is it really a bad taste (If that's all we know)
Only havin a bad time (On someone else's dime)

A bad taste, I can't spit it out
And you're only gonna waste, more time, than you got

I got a question for you
And it's eating me alive

With all your time and all your fight, your entire soul
What kind of bad are you?
What you consume, what space you make, what space you take
What kind of bad are you?
And who told you and where's your head, among the living or the dead
What kind of bad are you?
And how you talk, where you from, when you stand up
What kind of bad are you?

Bad taste
Bad guy
Bad day