Are you half empty or are you half full
To tell you the truth i usually break the glass as a rule
& you pick up the pieces 'cos i wont even try
I'm gonna be bad, bad, bad, bad til i die

When i was a young boy all that i learned at school
Was to do what i like get in bad fights & break all the rules
& when the headmaster said 'boy tell me why?'
(You know what i said)
I'm gonna be bad,bad,bad, bad til i die

Bad til i die
Bad til i die
Don't ask me why
I’m just that kind of guy

I guess i just don't know my wrong from my right
Do you think that religion may show me the light
(I don't think so)
'Cos ill get into heaven by telling angels a lie
I'm gonna be bad,bad,bad even after i die.