Tired of Being Bad Songtext

This brain of mine, swells all the time
These hands they shake, from all the things I break
I'm tired of being bad, and crushing all I've had

And the dog it bites, and they demand their rights
What do I do? What do I do?
You saddle the dog and ride into the fog
What do I do? What do I do?
Look into the sky, just before you die
Cause' I'm so tired of being bad

Tired of being bad
I want to be good, to you