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