Bad Bad Man

When I was (much) younger, I faced a choice as to which direction I would take. I chose one way, some friends chose the other.

For the ones that are still alive, they find themselves older, usually in trouble, and unable to understand why their lives went into the crapper. They still make the same mistakes, and probably always will.

As Dicken's ghost of Marley says in "A Christmas Carol", they forged their chains link by link. Maybe at some point they'll get a visit from three ghosts...

 

Well if I knew now what I didn’t know then
I wouldn’t be back in this place again
With blood on my face and a drink in my hand
And a gun in my back from a one night stand

I’m a bad bad man
I can’t deny it
I’m a bad bad man
That’s just the way I am
I’m a bad bad man
Why try and fight it
Love a bad bad man

Well if I go home they’ll be waiting for me
I’ll get big numbers and never be free
I’m getting too old to stay in this game
There’s no one but me I can say is to blame

I’m a bad bad man
I can’t deny it
I’m a bad bad man
That’s just the way I am
I’m a bad bad man
Why try and fight it
Love a bad bad man

I look at the houses, the yards and the kids
I know I’ve done things their folks never did
I’ve had that big money, been beat up and broke
Seen good times and bad times all go up in smoke

I’m a bad bad man
I can’t deny it
I’m a bad bad man
That’s just the way I am
I’m a bad bad man
Why try and fight it
Love a bad bad man


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