Lirik dan Chord Lagu Bad Apples - Guns N’ Roses

Lagu bergenre rock tersebut dirilis pada 1991 melalui label Geffen Records.

“Bad Apples” muncul dalam album studio ketiga mereka yang bertajuk Use Your Illusion I.

Berikut ini lirik dan chord lagu “Bad Apples” dari Guns N’ Roses.

Intro: E7/9

    A7
Diamonds and fast cars
Money to burn
I got my head in the clouds
I got these thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the sand
I got a house on the hill
I got a headache like a mother
Twice the price of my thrills

                 E7
And it's a cold day it's a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell
Can you give me a lift
And I'll try to paint a story
Got your pictures to tell
Yeah, you got to make a living
With what you bring yourself to sell

       A7
I got some genuine
Imitation
Bad apples
Free sample
For your peace of mind
Only $9,95

                 E7
I got my camera back from customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell they must seen me comin'
Ain't this life so fuckin' great

                  D
When the shit hit the fan

      A
It was all I could stand

         E
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer

       D
My body's breathing while it can

        A                                          E
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't getting no brighter

        D
If i could touch the sky

             A
Well I would float on by

        E
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy

         D
If it were up to me

             A
I'd say just leave me be

               B
Why let one bad apple

                                            A7
Spoil the whole damn bunch

        A7
Gold and caviar
Now whyn't you pour my apathy
I'd have all my bases covered
If I could teach my hands to see

                           E7
But now we're down in the deep end
Where they'd love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could use washing
Will hang it up all over town
I said Hollywood's like a dryer
And we're down on Sunset Strip
And you'll be suckin' down the clorox
'Til your life's all nice and crisp

                   D
When the shit hit the fan

      A
It was all I could stand

          E
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer

        D
My body's breathing while it can

         A                                          E
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't getting no brighter

         D
If i could touch the sky

             A
Well I would float on by

        E
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy

         D
If it were up to me

             A
I'd say just leave me be

                B
Why let one bad apple

                                            E7 G E7 G E7 G A B
Spoil the whole damn bunch

                  D
When the shit hit the fan

     A
It was all I could stand

        E
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer

       D
My body's breathing while it can

        A                                           E
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't getting no brighter

        D
If i could touch the sky

             A
Well I would float on by

         E
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy

         D
If it were up to me

            A
I'd say just leave me be

               B
Why let one bad apple

                                           A
Spoil the whole damn bunch

   E    E7/9
Boy!!!