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