Worse To Bad Lyrics - Tilt

Dismal little pad so small i'm almost standing outside 

Back to the workplace i go 

Murder eight hours a day, no, make it nine 

Dressing my face an open wound 

On the day after day later lousy mood 

I haul it off but it fall in my lap today 

Tied to each thought i got a little lead balloon 

You're accused 

But i'm the crime 

Oh it got worse 

From worse to bad 

Unintentional flame wont go away 

Pitching in the black 

Oh it got worse 

IT got bad from worse to bad 

Unintentional flame wont go away 

Pitching in the black