Bad Law - Sondre Lerche
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

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

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

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

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

Baby it's a bad bad law
It's a bad bad law Geronimo