Mr. Bad Example lyrics

(Warren Zevon)
Darkness in the morning
Shadows on the land
Certain individuals
Aren't sticking with the plan
And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun
Leaving in the evening
Traveling at night
Staying inconspicuous
I'm staying out of sight
And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone

(Warren Zevon)
Don't the sky look funny
Don't it look kinda chewed-on like
Don't you feel like running
Don't you feel like running from the dawn's early light
Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
Just a flash of light
Don't you feel kind of funny
Don't you feel kind of funny inside
When you feel like laughing
And everybody tells you you ought to be crying

(Warren Zevon, Waddy Wachtel, and Julia Mueller)
Sitting on the sofa
Suckin' a bowl of crack
Thinkin' to myself about my
Angel dressed in black
I know she went out hours ago
I hope she's coming back
So I wait here patiently for my
Angel dressed in black
I don't want to go out in the rain
I don't want to go out in the rain
I don't want to go out in the rain
I wish she'd come home right now

(Warren Zevon)
Some prayers never reach the sky
Some wounds never heal
They still say someday the South will rise
Man, I want to see that deal
I don't want to grow old gracefully
I don't want to go 'til it's too late I'll
be some old man in the road somewhere
Kneeling down in the dust by the side of the Interstate
I am a renegade
I've been a rebel all my days
I am a renegade

(Warren Zevon/Waddy Wachtel/Leroy P. Marinell)
Don't bring the milk in
Leave it on the porch
Don't read the papers
Don't mow the lawn no more
Drive to the market
At the break of dawn
Watch 'em unload the produce
Then ride right back home
It's the white man's burden
And it weighs a ton
I'm a family man
Model citizen
Torment the mailman
Terrorize the maid
Try to teach 'em some manners

(LeRoy P. Marinell, Waddy Wachtel and Warren Zevon)
I called up my friend LeRoy on the phone
I said, Buddy, I'm afraid to be alone
'Cause I got some weird ideas in my head
About things to do in Denver when you're dead
I was working on a steak the other day
And I saw Waddy in the Rattlesnake Cafe
Dressed in black, tossing back a shot of rye
Finding things to do in Denver when you die

(Warren Zevon)
When I was young
The sky was filled with stars
I watched them burn out one by one
I've had my share
Of disappointing love affairs
And I'm no stranger to disillusionment
Little darlin'
If you need a helping hand
If you need someone
You can count on me
And I will understand
Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down, we'll talk about it

(Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderon)
I started as an alter boy, working at the church
Learning all my holy moves, doing some research
Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund"
I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund
I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score

(Warren Zevon)
She only sleeps on planes
She's tired of going nowhere
She's in Yugoslavia
Working in a miniseries
Suzie Lightning
I built a world for her
Suzie lightning
I need a girl from earth
She's in Hungary
She sends post cards home
Does she think of me?
I'm in Hollywood
Suzie Lightning
Takes no prisoners
Suzie Lightning
No use crying about it
No use trying to hold on
She lights up the sky

(Warren Zevon)
I'm getting tired of you
You're getting tired of me
And it's the final act
Of our little tragedy
So don't feign indignation
It's a fait accompli
You can screw everybody I've ever known
But I still won't talk to you on the phone
It's a hopeless cause--there's no use crying
And I can die, you can die
We can die trying
Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around