Tired of Being Bad

Tired of being bad
 I want to be good, to you
 This head of mine, aches all the time
 These hands they shake, from all the things they break
 I'm tired of being bad, and crushing all I've had
 Tired of being bad
 I want to be good, to you
 This brain of mine, swells all the time
 These hands they shake, from all the things I break
 I'm tired of being bad, and crushing all I've had
 And the dog it bites, and they demand their rights
 What do I do? What do I do?
 You saddle the dog and ride into the fog
 What do I do? What do I do?
 Look into the sky, just before you die
 Cause' I'm so tired of being bad
 Tired of being bad
 I want to be good, to you