Baby, you ain’t a man’cause my heart’s carried inyour hand.Any fool can see,I love my misery.Bad newsIt’s born in my bloodBad newsSome live to undo,some live to be undonemy grey sky’s growing darkI feed on my own heart.Bad newsIt’s born in my bloodBad newsWhisper’s what you done,crazy I’ve bought a gunmy finger’s to your window,Whiskey’s on my clothesI’m bad newsIt’s born in my blood.Bad news.It’s born in my blood.