Bad Boys

They said he was bad, misunderstood
Never had a day job, had it good
Out on the beat, to make ends meet
Set on sight, back on the street
No money to his name
No part of life's forgotten games
No chance at 21
Still sniff glue, he wanted fun
A wasted life, do you care?
Tattooed fingers, spiky hair

Bad boy, looking like a rude boy
Bad boy, looking like a rude boy

Had six mops, so long ago
I wrote him a letter, thought I was in the know
Going straight, I'd heard it before
He gave them his heart, they showed him the door
No money to his name
No part of life's forgotten games
No chance at 21
Still sniff glue, he loved his mum
A wasted life, do you care?
Tattooed fingers, spiky hair

Bad boy, looking like a rude boy
Bad boy, looking like a rude boy
Bad boy, looking like a rude boy
Bad boy, looking like a rude boy
Bad boy, looking like a rude boy
Bad boy, looking like a rude boy

Bad boy