Bad Sun

It seems we drove all day How quick can I turn the curve Before my vision clears At last, satisfied What I'm made of straps Told me what I cannot see Am I the bad one? Ooh Am I the good son? Ooh There is no lesson, ooh Just take your medicine When I caught up to myself I was angry as all hell Wag my finger, shake my head Do you remember what I said? Honey, ready To better, would she make Like a rope, tied around your toe But never have hеr near Am I the bad one, oooh Or am I thе good son, oooh You learned your lesson, ooh But it’s no medicine, oooh --- Bad Sun - Vundabar