Текст песни Four Year Strong - Bad Habit

Оригинальный текст песни Bad Habit

Got no soul that I can sell
I’m fucked as far as I can tell
Now I’m always walking on eggshells
Over feeling underwhelmed

So let it go
No self control
Just break it off

Bad habit
I wanna reach out and grab it
You’re a such a bad habit
So good I wish I could have it

Give me just a little bit
Just enough the scratch the itch
You think you’ve got a better solution
One more holy hypocrite

Got no soul no soul to sell
WE’RE FUCKED AS FAR AS I CAN TELL