Bad Bad Man

Bad, bad he's a bad bad man
But I'm a bad, bad a bad bad man
But he had something that I wanted
Something that I needed it was you

Bah da ba, bah da ba
Bah da ba, bah da ba

He took you
Took me
Took back
From the train tracks

You fled us
Fled fast
Opened
Up the sealed wax

All
Your own
Men died
For this
To be brought home

Fame
Not gold
Not earth
These men with their souls sold

Fame
Not land
Not gold
Belongs
To this woman