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 or five fingers flat

On a sticky plastic bat

And then 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 it's flaws

Me in an oversized overall

When crimes are passionate

Can love be separate?

When crimes are passionate

Can love be separate?

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, be, ah

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

Baby, it's a bad, bad law

It's a bad, bad law, Geronimo

When crimes are passionate

Can love be separate?

Baby, it's a bad, bad law

When crimes are passionate

It's a bad, bad law, Geronimo

Can love be separate?

Well, baby, it's a bad, bad law

It's a bad, bad law, Geronimo