Brand New Bad News

How 'bout a song, w
here everything's wrong and all of Rome is crumbling?
Razors and knifes,
are part of the life but I should stop, I'll give up the whole plot

Ten notes floating on the smoke, sound off like mangled holy brass,
Bu-bu-bu-brand new, Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bad news,
And I'm singing along with them until the bitter end

Caught on my tongue, the blood and the guts are all I can remember,
But don't get me right,
I'm backwards in life, I'm working on, getting it all wrong

Ten notes floating on the smoke, sound off like mangled holy brass,
Bu-bu-bu-brand new, Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bad news,
And I'm singing along with them until the bitter end

Three chorus ticket out of my head,
Better look into another way to write us all off for dead

Ten notes floating on the smoke, sound off like mangled holy brass,
Bu-bu-bu-brand new, Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bad news,
And I'm singing along with them until the bitter end