Bad Law Lyrics - Please - Sondre Lerche

Bad Law 

My baby surrendered to fate 

And I couldn't even say how I felt later on that evening 

Stating my name to the officer's aide was in vain ! 

Cause I knew they were out to get me 

Place four of five fingers flat on a sticky plastic bat 

Scan my blue bloodshot eyes for the history of my trials 

When crimes are passionate can love be separate? 

En route to my cell I retraced every step 

and found a way to redact and retell my story 

No evidence and no witness to summon or finesse 

I confess, it all sounds unlikely 

A sweaty, paranoid palm pressed against a leathered wall 

The law in all its flaws, me in an oversized overall ! 

When crimes are passionate can love be separate? 

Baby it's a bad, bad law ! 

It's a bad, bad law, Geronimo 

Baby it's a bad, bad law ! 

It's a bad, bad law, Geronimo! 

I straddled out on the stand 

My defense scrawled on my hand 

Killed time and time again but then I lost again 

When crimes are passionate can love be separate?