Down in the mud, face first you land
Wiping the blood off with your hands
No time to pray, and you can't understand
And you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
Hey, when you're standing up, and you're walking around
And you're drinking champagne from a paper cup
I like the cut of your jib, when you're painting the town
And you're shakin' them hips, 'cause you wanna get down
Down in the mud, face first you land
Wiping the blood off with your hands
No time to pray, and you can't understand
And you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
Now when you're clean as a whistle, and you're hot as a pistol
With no mud on your face, you're just charm and grace
When he says I love you, and she says I love you
And you're shakin' them hips, 'cause you wanna, wanna, wanna oh get down
When the bad times start slippin' away
And the good times are like a brand new day
Yeah when the bad times start slippin' away
And the good times are like a brand new day
When you're down in the mud, and face first you land
Wiping the blood off with your hands
No time to pray, and you can't understand
And you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
Yeah you just can't find love when you're down in the mud
