Bad for Your Health

Panama city argument with a frat boy twice my size
 Just 'cause you bought a cowboy hat
 Don't mean you got a ticket to ride
 Drinkin' stale beer like a sacrament
 Little boy in a big man's clothes
 I met a red haired girl from Birmingham with a sunburn on her nose
 She said, "Babe, I ain't a doctor, but I think you need some help"
 You can try me honey, but may be bad for your health
 Motel room ceiling spinning
 My plane going down
 No one awake to catch me
 So I crash into the ground
 She had crooked teeth and a perfect smile
 Those freckles on her cheek
 They would disappear when our time ran out
 Just fading like a dream
 She said, "Babe, I ain't a doctor, but I think you need some help"
 You can try me honey, but may be bad for your health
 I hated all I didn't know before I'd felt regret
 Now I'd trade fifty pounds of wisdom for an ounce of innocence
 Just out in the dark like halloween
 It was all a masquerade
 Hearing voices in the footsteps as I turned and walked away
 Saying, "Babe, I ain't a doctor, but I think you need some help"
 You can try me honey, but may be bad for your health
 You can try me honey, but may be bad for your health
 You can try me honey, but may be bad for your health
 Try me honey, but may be bad for your health