Bad Law

My baby surrendered to fate And I couldn’t even say how I felt later on that evening Stating my name to the officer’s aide was in vain Cause I knew they were out to get me Place four of five fingers flat on a sticky plastic bat Scan my blue bloodshot eyes for the history of my trials When crimes are passionate can love be separate? When crimes are passionate can love be separate? En route to my cell I retraced every step And found a way to redact and retell my story No evidence and no witness to summon or finesse I confess: it all sounds unlikely A sweaty, paranoid palm pressed against a leathered wall The law in all its flaws, me in an oversized overall When crimes are passionate can love be separate? When crimes are passionate can love be separate? [Chorus] Baby it’s a bad, bad law It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo Baby it’s a bad, bad law It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo I straddled out on the stand My defense scrawled on my hand Killed time and time again, but then I lost again When crimes are passionate can love be separate? When crimes are passionate can love be separate? [Chorus] Baby it’s a bad, bad law It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo Baby it’s a bad, bad law It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo