Текстове на песни: Rita Mitsouko. Bad Days.

Hey, you know
I could stand up but I have to sit, I
I do sit here to get another beer, I
I will fell it better without dinner
I only wanna, no, no, no, no, no
I better pray to God as my lawyer says
I got a big heartache
Speak of bad days
Speak of bad days, man
Bad days, yeah!

I have to sit and take a look around for
A fat man, yeah a fat man
I'm gonna meet, sure, another one or something
A fat man, yeah a fat man
A fat man all around my little body
Big city, save my mind
More heavy they are more groundy I feel
Fat man, big city

Get flesh
Meet meal
Meet steacks for a flesh deal
Meet type of big beefsteaks
I got that idea to meet a big ham

Fat man
Fat man for me
Fat man from a big city
Sure I gotta get one

Wao
I gonna spend the nite
And don't ask me with who
The great and delicious full flat bloody ball
A brand of big pig will be allright
Woo
A, ah, a big pig, ah
Big city, I feel so muddy
Big city save my mind!
Big city makes me so muddy
Fat man save my mind!