Badlands - Bulletboys

The neon streets are empty

And moon’s my only light

Running in from the shadows

But there’s no running from the fight

We’ll find no pity for you city fools

Where the shotgun makes the rules

In the Badlands

There’s a bad moon shining down

Badlands (Badlands)

Honey, we don’t fool around

Well, your mama can’t protect you

And you’re the apple of her eye

When the strange, hanging blues come to ya

It’s time to do or die

It doesn’t matter which is quicker

Cyanide or sweet, sweet liquor

In the Badlands

There’s a bad moon shining down

Badlands (Badlands)

Ooh, honey, we don’t fool around

I’m in the Badlands (Badlands)

I don’t know who I am

Badlands (Badlands)

You’re really finding all you can

It doesn’t matter which is quicker

Cyanide or sweet, sweet liquor

In the Badlands

In the Badlands (Badlands)

Dead moon from the south

Badlands (Badlands)

Ooh, honey, we don’t fuck around

I’m in the Badlands (Badlands)

Badlands (Badlands)

B-b-b-b-b-badlands (Badlands)

Badlands, ooh-oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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