Two Inch Astronaut - Foulbrood lyrics

[Verse 1] Saw them taking down the license With firecracker casings all Strewn about the street behind it Too much fun to make the call [Chorus] I got a bad idea I'm trying to ignore But with every comb that comes along There's a sting for every pore Foulbrood drank 'em up Bad mood, maybe vertigo Is the fear that you're going to jump And it might not be so bad [Verse 2] Lost the second he stepped outside To commit suicide by cop Cat calling the coroner to ask him If he would pick him up [Chorus] I got a bad idea I'm trying to ignore But with every comb that comes along There's a sting for every pore Foulbrood drank 'em up Bad mood, maybe vertigo Is the fear that you're going to jump And it might not be so bad