I know you thought you could read my mind
With your whiskey breath and your bloodstained eyes
But you only saw what I let you see
You never got close to knowing me
Cry, but I'll never touch you
Scream and I will lie and say I love you
Better get out, better get out
Better get outta your head
Ain't doin' you no good
Better get out, better get out
Better get outta your head
'Cause it's a bad neighborhood
Your world is like a madman's dream
It's so damn crazy, I think I'll scream
You made my pain your new religion
Like an acid bath, it's masochism
Cry, I will never touch you
Scream and if it makes you feel better
I'll write you a love letter
Better get out, better get out
Better get outta your head
Ain't doin' you no good
Better get out, better get out
Better get outta your head
'Cause it's a bad neighborhood
The king of madness lost his queen
So what?
Bad Neighborhood was produced by Gary Hoey.