Woorden: Dogs. Turn Against This Land. Tarred & Feathered.

I'm on the road
I'm making plans
Dismiss this one-night misunderstanding
And if I fail
At least I tried
Out of this jail
I'll still be dreaming, yeah

I will dismiss this misunderstanding, like I don't even no you
I won't miss this misunderstanding, you gotta glimpse my korona

Oh what a bad boy
What a sad scene
Oh what a bad egg
Well what about me

Out of control
Misunderstood
Drop in the ocean
I never would
I want some way
And I'll you proud
And if I fail
Oh, I'll still be dreaming

I will dismiss this misunderstanding, like I don't even no you
I won't miss this misunderstanding, you gotta glimpse my korona

Oh what a bad boy
What a sad scene
Oh what a bad egg
Well what about-

They tar you with a brush
You're feathered like a thrush
You're stuck just like a stone in the mud
You're tired with the rough
You've had just about enough
You're stuck just like a stone in the mud, oh no no

You gotta glimpse my korona

Oh what a bad boy
What a sad scene
Oh what a bad egg
Enough about him, what about me
Enough about him, what a bad boy
Oh what a sad scene
Oh what a bad egg
What about me

(Thanks to James for these lyrics)