Bad Love
I was waiting in the back-seat of the carWhen I knew I'd given upDown one of the back-streets by the parkSo sick of the taste of bloodI'm gonna write your girl a letterIt'll make everything better
Screaming down the phone-line to your mumShe said "Honey ain't home right now"I bought a tuxedo and I bought a gunAnd wore them all around this townNobody dares to lift a fingerThey can see my heart is down and injured
If I'm guilty of anythingIt's loving you too muchHoney, sometimes loveMeans getting a little roughThis is not bad loveThis is not bad love
I've been going to church but I don't believeI'll ever be clear this painI walk like a ghost through the streetsSoaked from the pouring rainAnd I won't ask your God for mercyMy spirits low, my soul is dirty
If I'm guilty of anythingIt's loving you too muchHoney, sometimes loveMeans getting a little roughThis is not bad loveThis is not bad love