Where the Bad Things Go

I'm outside of the liquor store And guess who walks in through the door A pretty little thing I used to know I ask her where the hell she's been She said she's staying with a friend And there's a party would it fancy me to go I tell her what the hell why not Lately I'm feeling kind of hot I've got a hundred different problems in my face And as we're going up the stairs Smoke is pouring through the air I tell her baby this is sure my kind of place (Here we go again) Oh no I'm a sucker for wherever the bad things go And if there's only one thing in life That a sucker like me should know You've got to keep your eyes always open Hands on your money Get the hell out quick when them fools acting funny You can't trust no-one See an outlaw's all alone If you ain't ready for whatever then you best go home So now I'm sitting at a poker table Got a bottle black label Chasing hands that just don't ever come I see a blonde girl looking at me Turns around she got a fatty And I'm thinking to myself that look like fun Walking over to her section Tell her baby you're perfection Is there something that I can get you to drink Well then she gives me a smile Conversates me for a while I'm sucker punched before I have no time to think (Here we go again) Oh no I'm a sucker for wherever the bad things go And if there's only one thing in life That a sucker like me should know You've got to keep your eyes always open Hands on your money Get the hell out quick when them fools acting funny You can't trust no-one See an outlaw's all alone If you ain't ready for whatever then you best go home After a second I recover All the people start to hover And it's looking like I got myself a fight I can feel my blood rushin' Though I might have a concussion But I'll tell you what this is my kind of night So I smash him with a left hook Watch him fall back to the floor And everybody round me hears a massive pop Then that blonde girl starts to scream And then she looks at me all mean And says nice going guy my boyfriend is a cop (Here we go again) Oh no I'm a sucker for wherever the bad things go And if there's only one thing in life That a sucker like me should know You've got to keep your eyes always open Hands on your money Get the hell out quick when them fools acting funny You can't trust no-one See an outlaw's all alone If you ain't ready for whatever then you best go home Now I'm in the pen with my old friends I gotta call my girl again And ask her to put money on my books Well I'm hanging in a cell with stewy Playing guitar watching movies Mixing awful food that we call cooks It's so long 'til I get out I get so pissed I have to shout It drives me mad to know this is my kind of luck Now I won't get laid for years I will forget the taste of beer I'll tell you what this prison shit completely sucks (Here we go again) Oh no I'm a sucker for wherever the bad things go And if there's only one thing in life That a sucker like me should know You've got to keep your eyes always open Hands on your money Get the hell out quick when them fools acting funny You can't trust no-one See an outlaw's all alone If you ain't ready for whatever then you best go home (Here we go again) Oh no I'm a sucker for wherever the bad things go And if there's only one thing in life That a sucker like me should know You've got to keep your eyes always open Hands on your money Get the hell out quick when them fools acting funny You can't trust no-one See an outlaw's all alone If you ain't ready for whatever then you best go home