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