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