Bad Boy

Said he was bad, misunderstood
He never had a day job, or had it good
Out on the thieve to make ends meet
Set on sight and back on the street
No money to his name
No part of life still got to gain
No chance at 21
He still sniffed glue but he loved his mum
A wasted life, do you care?
Tattooed fingers, spiky hair

Bad boy, looking at the rude boy
Bad boy, looking at the rude boy

He learned six months not so long ago
Wrote him a letter, thought I was in the know
Going straight, heard it before
Gave him his heart, showed him the door
No money to his name
No part of life still got to gain
No chance at 21
He still sniffed glue but he wanted fun
A wasted life, do you care?
Tattooed fingers, spiky hair

Bad boy, looking at the rude boy
Bad boy, looking at the rude boy

Bad boy, looking at the rude boy
Bad boy, looking at the rude boy
Bad boy, looking at the rude boy
Bad boy, looking at the rude boy
Bad boy