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