K. Beck
K. is 91 years old.
K. is located in Buenos Aires at Cementerio de Chacarita.
K. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Bad Day
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Song Details
Bad Day is Floorfiller music in tempo Allegro. The music is splendid and the lyrics are awesome. The song was written 10/3/2008 by K. Beck. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
19 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
10 |
| Genre: |
Modern Rock |
| Owner: |
Orange Crush |
| First Revealed: |
10/3/2008 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. |
Dominant Instruments
Lead Vocals
Bass Guitar
Drums
Electric Guitar
Violin
Special Lyrics
A public service announcement followed me home the other day.
I paid it nevermind. Go Away.
Shits so thick you could stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed presidency.
We're sick of being jerked around.
Wear that on your sleeve.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.
Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance? Those ants in pants glances.
Well,look behind the eyes.
It's a hallowed hollow anesthetized
"save my own ass, screw these guys"
smoke and mirror lock down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
The Papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh, Not one more.
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please.
We're dug in deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the steeple
Please stay tuned-we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
Ignore the lower fear
Ugh, this means war.
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.
It's been a bad day...
Original for R.E.M