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