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Albums:

Taste Stratogy: The Very Best of Taste (Taste) · BC Presents Bad Taste (Hutchinson, Hutch) · BC Presents Bad Taste (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Bad Taste (Hutchinson, Hutch) · This Is Bad Taste, Vol. 5 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · This Is Bad Taste, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · This Is Bad Taste, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · This Is Bad Taste, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Victory of Bad Taste (Barry Hay) · This Is Bad Taste, Vol. 4 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


So HOT that the press might ban me
Now how bad you wanna know if I'm sweeter then candy?
What would you risk? Would you put up the car?
Taste my na
So HOT that the press might ban me
Now how bad you wanna know if I'm sweeter then candy?
What would you risk? Would you put up the car?
Taste my na
lady is quite
Mysterious
I want your mind to lock in
You're so bad
I thought I knew you baby
But I don't know you at all
It's got the taste you
a broken time machine
No, it's not that bad
No, it's really not that bad

A little midnight chardonnay
Smooth the edges off the day
A little taste
I never made you cry
Baby this is killing me
So love me bad, love me bad
Yeah love me bad again

All those words I never said
On my lips taste like
So HOT that the press might ban me
Now how bad you wanna know if I'm sweeter then candy?
What would you risk? Would you put up the car?
Taste my na
the first

Nothing ever tastes quite as good 
Quite as sweet 
As it does the first time 
Yeah, the first time

Nothing ever feels quite as bad 
Quite
could just taste your breath once again

Honey I saw your daddy
Lying by the roadside
His feet sticking out of a sack
Honey they'll be calling
Baby, I could use some of your persuasion,
(Too bad, persuasion, too bad, persuasion)
To wipe away (wipe, wipe, a-wipe, a-wipe a-wipe away)
the taste
Fill our bellies and we fill our lungs.
We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues.

Darling the spirit is kicking,
Don't be fooled by
life

These days broccoli don't taste so bad
And neither does swallowing my pride
And I'm agreeing more and more with my old man
Where have I been
But when we rise it's like strawberry fields 
If I treated you bad 
You bruise my face 
Couldn't love you more 
You got a beautiful taste 
Don't
All last night we were learning
Drank our cheques by the bar
Somewhere bridges were burning
As the walls came down at the Star
Squad cars fanned
Don't do me no good, but I cannot resist
Bad can be good, lick the lies from your lips
Before you go, just one last taste
One for the road, and our
Bad Indians
they love the land they hate
eat your flesh and then forget the taste

Someone describe, that primal drive
to consume what's theirs
Recline upon the own bad taste
Permanent disinterest

immune from deficiencies
Gently hush the protest
Figures in a strange context
Missing reflex
Minimize
my taste for life
Nothing was easy
Till you

You came everything else just fell into place
Till you
Daily routine was dragging me down

But
pill, like a sick thrill
I can't get enough of you

I am afflicted, afflicted by you
Like a bad pill, like a sick thrill
I can't get enough of

You
when we rise it's like strawberry fields
If I treated you bad
You bruise my face
Couldn't love you more
You got a beautiful taste

Don't let
of time
Bleeds dry runnin' down the center line
Wise guy pretends he doesn't see the signs

Bad news everybody talkin' 'bout
A short fuse a half an inch
home, tour hard, then we’ll see

Change up your face, attempt to erase
But you’ll never feel the void in my space
I’m off, off this bad taste
Wasting
I only know you by reputation
It's time I found out face to face
'cause if your sugar, I'll fight temptation
But if you're poison, I need a taste
So it's been a bad day
Everything seems grey
My upstairs is out of place
I need to be by myself
Rely on no one else
Only I can erase the slate
And a bad taste in the mouth 
And the police - they actually know me 
They said : 

"You're just another person in the world 
You're just another fool
I fell for guys who tried to commit suicide,
With soft rock hair and blood shot eyes.
He tastes like Marlboro cigarettes, Reese's Peanut Butter