Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and He understands 'bout stabbing backs and shaking So if or when you're behind bars or in of them as you are Look out for the man who'll bum your wife and then your hand
And oh, you've been here before, you in love And her over the threshold Thinking, she's far too good to do the cooking Now well, that was twenty years ago, years ago
a lousy life for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, pissed up A lousy life for the washed up Of a permanently plastered, up bastard
A life for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, up bastard A life, a lousy life
The kid was singing, will I be free? this town hold no more for me Club Tropicana, the are free one in his face for me
Baddie's bound, all 'bout you, his decency, his secrecy And bound, but I do get it
All the way, you've been here before, fell in Carried her the threshold Just thinking, she's far too good looking to do the While that was twenty years ago, years ago, oh
That's a lousy for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, up bastard A lousy for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, pissed up
A lousy life for the up wife Of a plastered, pissed up bastard A life, a lousy life
Oh, the kid was singing, will I be free? Is this town hold no for me Club Tropicana, the are free one in his face for me, for me, a baddie
Baddies bound, baddies bound, 'bout you Decency and