Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Bones, artist - Steeleye Span. Album song Dodgy Bastards, in the genre Фолк-рокDate of issue: 24.11.2016
Record label: Park
Song language: English
Bad Bones |
| I want your money |
| I’m gonna be rich |
| I’ll tear the clothes off your back |
| Leave you without a stitch |
| Kidnap your children |
| Sleep with your wife |
| I’ll stop at nothing |
| To get me a better life |
| Cause I’m bad to the bone |
| Steal your watch, or pick your pocket |
| If you’re leaving home |
| Slam the door be sure to lock it |
| Bad to the core |
| Fleet of foot, and light of finger |
| If you call the law |
| I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya' |
| I’ve got no stomach |
| For working hard |
| My dice are weighted |
| I cheat at cards |
| You try to shock me |
| I’ll shoot you down |
| I’d sell my mother |
| For half a crown |
| Cause I’m bad to the bone |
| Stal your watch, or pick your pocket |
| If you’re leaving hom |
| Slam the door be sure to lock it |
| Bad to the core |
| Fleet of foot, and light of finger |
| If you call the law |
| I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya' |
| I’ll romance with a lady of this town |
| But when she awakes, she’ll find that I flown |
| With her money, her jewellery, her silver, her gold |
| By six o’clock this evening, it will all be sold |
| Cause I want your money |
| I’m gonna be rich |
| I’ll tear the clothes off your back |
| Leave you without a stitch |
| Cause I’m bad to the bone |
| Steal your watch, or pick your pocket |
| If you’re leaving home |
| Slam the door be sure to lock it |
| Bad to the core |
| Fleet of foot, and light of finger |
| If you call the law |
| I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya' |
| (Spoken) |
| So here I stand before you, prepared to meet my fate |
| Declared the public enemy, the very devil incarnate |
| Now this should be my reckoning, but it is not to be |
| They underestimated my power of threats, and bribery |
| The verdict will be innocent, my tale will be believed |
| The jury have the choice to leave here rich, or? |
| Dulled |
| The judge is in my pocket, so are the police |
| I’ve every angled covered, and every palm greased |
| Here comes the verdict, not guilty! |
| See I live to see another day of vice, and villainy |
| Cause I’m |
| Bad, bad, bad, bad to the bone |
| Steal your watch, or pick your pocket |
| If you’re leaving home |
| Slam the door be sure to lock it |
| Bad to the core |
| Fleet of foot, and light of finger |
| If you call the law |
| I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya' |
| Bad to the bone |
| String you up, and then I’ll skin ya' |