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?
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