Pat Flanakin
Bad Stuff
BAD STUFF ┬ęPat Flanakin
Music & Lyrics by Pat Flanakin

VERSE Well, papa they told me I've got the right stuff
They put a gun in my hands and shipped me out to the gulf
I don't give a damn about a line in the sand Just point me in the right direction and get out of my way
Man, I'm bad stuff - I'm bad stuff

VERSE Well, they taught me to kill with my own bare hands
They gave me an order, said to follow commands So don't ask me no questions, I can't tell you why
You either stand behind me, or you stand up and die
I'm bad stuff - Oh, I'm bad stuff

VERSE Oh my girlfriend told me if I come home dead She's not gonna lay down with me naked in bed
Well that's alright - don't get mad
If I don't make it back, they'll wrap me in a bag I'm bad stuff - Oh, I'm bad stuff

CHORUS I'm a hero in the eye of ev'ry boy and girl
Now here we got shootin' up the whole frickin' world
Don't ask me to stop - I'll tell you when I've had enough
I'm bad stuff


VERSE Oh, papa they pinned a purple heart on my chest
Told me in the heat of battle that I was the best
I don't wanna leave here, I love this land
Papa, don't you worry 'bout me, this ain't no Vietnam
I'm bad stuff - Oh, I'm bad stuff


Oh bad stuff
Lyrics Credits: Pat Flanakin
Music Credits: Pat Flanakin
Producer Credits: Pat Flanakin
Performance Credits: Pat Flanakin
Short Song Description:
Song either making fun of, or glorifying the gung-ho killing machine soldier - depending on how you look at it! It was meant as a protest to this attitude.
Song Length: 2:33
Primary Genre: Rock-Hard Rock
Secondary Genre: -
Tempo: Fast (151 - 170)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1: War
Mood 1: Outraged
Language: English